Chapter 3

Suddenly, violent pounding came from the door. I walked to the entrance and looked through the peephole.

It was my fiancé, Jordan.

He looked anxious, his suit jacket wrinkled from running.

I opened the door, and he grabbed my shoulders, gripping so hard it hurt.

"Antoine, what the hell are you doing?"

"The whole internet is tracking down that RH-negative blood volunteer's IP."

"Other people don't know, but I know that blood type and donation record is you!"

He frowned tightly, his eyes full of confusion and anger.

"You usually save even stray cats. Why are you refusing to save a child now?"

I coldly pushed his hands away. He had no idea about my past family affairs.

He only knew I was a good person who loved doing charitable deeds.

"I won't save him. Jordan, mind your own business."

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"That's a human life!"

"Didn't you always say you wanted to accumulate blessings for your deceased mother?"

"If you refuse to save someone now, can your mother's spirit rest in peace?"

Enraged, I slapped him across the face.

"If I save him, then I won't be worthy of seeing my mother!"

"Get out."

Jordan covered his face, looking at me in shock.

"Antoine, you've gone crazy."

"You're going to drown in society's criticism!"

He turned abruptly and left, slamming the door hard. The room fell silent again.

Just then, my tablet emitted a series of notification sounds—a video call request from a social media app.

The caller was the largest local media account.

I knew they had used hacking methods to lock onto my backend account.

I could have just turned it off.

But I didn't. I wanted to see with my own eyes the desperate looks on those murderers' faces.

I turned off the camera and accepted the audio-video call.

The screen split in two. One half was completely black, the other half showed the scene outside the emergency room.

The reporter immediately handed the phone to Gabriel.

"Volunteer, can you hear us now?"

The reporter's voice carried a hint of threat.

"Millions of people across the internet are watching this live stream. Please give an explanation."

Gabriel snatched the phone, his face almost pressed against the camera.

"I'm Gabriel, chairman of Gabriel Corporation. Come to City Central Hospital right now."

"Whatever conditions you have, I'll agree to all of them."

"But if you dare make my son miss the eight-hour surgical window, I'll make sure you can't survive in this city!"

Looking at this man who shared the same blood flowing through his veins as me, I laughed outright.

"Mr. Gabriel, is this your attitude when asking for help?"

Garcia suddenly pushed into the frame.

Her hair was disheveled, her eyes swollen like walnuts.

"Volunteer, please don't listen to him. He's just too anxious!"

"I'm a mother. I'm kneeling before you!"

"My child is only six years old. He's so well-behaved and obedient."

"You can take my life if you want. Please save him!"

I looked at her coldly.

Twenty years ago, she also wore this pitiful appearance, begging my mother to let them be together.

And Gabriel stood beside her, accusing my mother of being unreasonable.

That night, my mother jumped from the eighteenth floor.

Thinking of this, I spoke emotionlessly.

"Karma always comes."