Chapter 2

Less than half a minute after I sent the message, my phone rang.

The caller ID showed it was the director of the blood department at City Central Hospital.

I pressed the answer button and put it on speakerphone.

"Miss Antoine, please, I'm begging you. The patient really can't wait!"

The director's voice on the other end was extremely anxious.

"That child is only six years old. The brain hemorrhage is very serious. Surgery must be performed within eight hours."

"We've checked all the blood banks in the city. Only your RH-negative blood can save a life."

I stared at my mother's photo on the table.

My tone was calm, without any emotion.

"Director, I told you, I'm not feeling well."

"If you're not feeling well, we can send a private car to pick you up. We can give you a comprehensive examination first!"

"Miss Antoine, this is a human life. You're the most caring volunteer in our state. You can't just watch someone die!"

I laughed coldly.

"Being a volunteer means I have the right to refuse at any time."

"I don't owe you anything, and I certainly don't owe that child anything."

After saying this, I hung up directly and pressed the power button.

The room instantly became quiet.

I looked at my mother's gentle face in the photo, my fingers clenched tightly into fists.

Just one more good deed, and my mother could find peace.

But this hundredth good deed, I would absolutely never do for my enemy's son.

But I was thinking too simply. Less than ten minutes later, my backup work phone suddenly lit up.

Only a few important clients and the community manager knew this phone number.

I looked at the unknown number on the screen and pressed answer.

"Is this Miss Antoine?"

The male voice on the other end was extremely anxious and accusatory.

"I'm a reporter from the state TV station. The entire internet is looking for you right now."

"The six-year-old boy with brain hemorrhage at City Central Hospital—why won't you save him?"

"Do you know your behavior is equivalent to murder?"

I gripped my phone tightly, my eyes completely cold.

"Murder?"

"By your logic, that child's biological parents murdered someone twenty years ago. Why don't you investigate that?"

I hung up directly and blocked the number.

I opened my tablet next to me and clicked on the local news live stream.

On the screen was the scene outside the emergency room at City Central Hospital.

A well-dressed woman was kneeling on the floor outside the emergency room door, crying hysterically.

"Please everyone, help me! Help me find that volunteer!"

"As long as she's willing to donate blood to save my son, I'll kowtow to her!"

I stared at that face on the screen. Even if she turned to ash, I would recognize her.

Garcia.

In the footage, a middle-aged man in a suit walked into frame.

He bent down to help Garcia up, facing the reporter's camera with a face full of indignation.

"I don't understand what this volunteer is thinking."

"The hospital said she's donated blood for free ninety-nine times, so why won't she save my son?"

"If it's about money, I can give her one million, ten million!"

Gabriel spoke through gritted teeth to the camera.

"A six-year-old child is lying inside waiting for his life to be saved. How can she be so selfish?"

"I hope all the netizens can help me find this person."

"I want to ask her to her face if her conscience has been eaten by dogs!"

The comments in the live stream instantly exploded.

"This volunteer is disgusting!"

"The ninety-nine times must be fake data. When it comes to the real thing, she shrinks back!"

"Doxx her! Force her to donate blood!"

"Right, we can't let this cold-blooded animal get away with this!"

I watched the screen full of vicious cursing, a cold smile appearing at the corner of my mouth.

I'm selfish? I'm cold-blooded?

For my mother's reincarnation, I saved ninety-nine complete strangers who had nothing to do with me.

But this family alone absolutely doesn't deserve my blood.