She Drained My Brother Dry for Him

Natalie Jett's first love needs a mobile blood bank. But she's going to drain all the blood from my comatose younger brother due to me not arriving in time. I drop to my knees and beg her desperately. "Micah is already showing signs of waking up. The doctor said he'll die if you keep taking his blood. Take mine instead and leave my brother alone! Please!" But Natalie remains unmoved. She looks coldly at me as I kneel before her on the ground. "This is your punishment for being late. It's only some blood. What's the big deal? "Andy is severely anemic. He's the one who could actually die. Is your brother's life really more important than Andy's?" Ignoring my pleas, she orders her private doctor to increase the rate of the blood draw. Bag after bag of blood is sent to Andy Stone's hospital room. Not long after, my brother's heart stops. He dies after all the blood is drained from his body. When I receive the news of my brother's death, Natalie is celebrating Andy's successful surgery, setting off fireworks across the city that last the entire night. This time, I finally give up all hope. I kneel before Natalie's mother in despair. "I have nothing left to hold on to. From now on, Natalie and I have nothing to do with each other." Chapter 1 When my younger brother, Micah Larsen, was wheeled out of the operating room, the doctor shook his head at me. "The patient lost too much blood. We did everything we could," he let out a regretful sigh. "He was clearly showing signs of waking up, but in the end…" My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed to the floor. My heart felt as if it had been torn apart. I sobbed hysterically and begged the doctor. "There must be something you can do to wake him up! Please, I'm begging you!" My cries echoed through the hospital corridor. Many people looked at me with sympathy. All the blood had been drained from Micah's body, leaving nothing but a thin layer of skin stretched over his bones. Even his eye sockets were deeply sunken. He hadn't even been capable of putting up a fight. He had simply died on the operating table. Even my usually cold-hearted mother-in-law, Madeline Evans, couldn't help but turn away when she saw Micah's condition. She repeatedly murmured under her breath, "How could this be…" She helped me up to my feet, her face filled with pity. "Julian, Natalie went too far this time. Don't worry. I'll make sure you get justice!" My eyes were red-rimmed. After taking a long time to regain my composure, I placed my phone in front of Madeline. On the screen were the fireworks Natalie Jett had set off across the city for the entire night to celebrate her first love, Andy Stone's successful surgery. Everyone was envious of their love, yet no one cared that my brother had died. When Madeline saw the video, the words of comfort on her lips died before she could say them. She only let out a heavy sigh. "Julian, the agreement you signed with me three years ago expires in a month. I'm heartbroken about Micah's death too. Nat is being blinded by others. Could you give her one more chance, for my sake? "As compensation, I'll personally arrange Micah's funeral. If Nat still refuses to see reason, I'll help you leave this place." Madeline made me that promise. I wiped my tears away and finally nodded in agreement. However, before I could take Micah's body away, Natalie called me. "Julian Larsen, where the hell are you? Andy isn't feeling well. Get over here right now! If you're late again, I won't go easy on Micah next time." Her aggressive words pierced my ears. My eyes instantly reddened, and I roared in a hoarse voice, "Micah is dead! My brother is dead! You killed him!" My words failed to elicit any concern from her. Instead, she scoffed. "Wow. I never thought you'd stoop to claiming your brother is dead just to gain sympathy. You're telling me he died just because we took some of his blood? If that were possible, every patient in the world would be dead by now. "He's just a vegetable anyway. He's squandered so much of my family's money over the years. If he died, I'd have to pop some champagne to celebrate!" Chapter 2 The moment Natalie finished speaking, Madeline grabbed my phone and began shouting furiously into it. "Natalie Jett! That's enough from you! Julian's brother just died, and you're still—" But before Madeline could finish speaking, Natalie hung up. Hearing the dead dial tone on the other end of the line, she angrily smashed the phone to the ground. Turning to me, she said, "If you're certain you want to leave in a week, I'll make sure she can never find you again." … As promised, Madeline made the arrangements for Micah's funeral. By the time it was finished and I returned home, it was already midnight. The front door of the house wasn't completely closed, and voices drifted out from inside. "Nat, will he really be okay? He had a lot of blood drawn from him. I didn't even need that much." A woman's voice responded, "What's the big deal? He's just a vegetable. I'm just teaching Julian a lesson. Being a mobile blood bank means he has to come whenever he's called. "I threw whatever blood we didn't use into the trash. After all, it has to be fresh for your health…" Natalie's casual words stabbed straight through my heart. Three years ago, Micah got into a car accident and was left comatose. It had been a hit-and-run. When I had nowhere else to turn, Madeline agreed to arrange the best possible medical care for Micah and promised he would receive treatment until he recovered. In return, I had to marry Natalie. Under Madeline's arrangements, Natalie and I got married. Our relationship could be considered stable. Natalie had not been as resistant to the marriage as I had expected either. That was until one day, she discovered the deal between Madeline and me. "So you only married me to pay for treatment for your vegetative brother?" she accused me. "You and my mom conspired to trick me so that Henry could return and inherit the company!" Henry Jett was her half-brother on her mother's side. He was an illegitimate son. From that point onward, my relationship with Natalie grew increasingly strained. She believed that my existence was forcing her to give way to the illegitimate son and preventing her from obtaining her share of the Jett family's assets. To get back at me, she began cheating on me repeatedly. Every compromise I made in an attempt to preserve our marriage had ultimately cost me the life of my only remaining family. Perhaps hearing movement, Natalie's head snapped up. The moment she saw me, the gentle expression on her face quickly turned to disgust. "Didn't you go running to my mom to complain? How dare you come back! "Do you know that Andy nearly passed out from anemia because you were late? You should be grateful that your brother was available!" Natalie had not noticed the urn containing Micah's ashes in my arms and simply continued hurling accusations at me. Beside her, Andy smiled at me and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Julian. Nat is only worried about my health. But you really need to come earlier next time. After all, you're my mobile blood bank." "Why should I give you my blood?" I cut him off before he could finish speaking. Andy's face went pale, and he looked at Natalie with an aggrieved expression. Natalie frowned, then said arrogantly, "Don't forget that your useless brother is still counting on the Jett family for his medical bills. Also, you live under my roof and on my money. What right do you have to refuse?" Her words sent a sharp stab through my heart. "Micah is dead! You can't threaten me with him anymore. I'm done caring about you, and I'm done being your mobile blood bank." I hugged the urn tightly against my chest, my tears falling one by one onto it. Natalie looked somewhat stunned. She stood up and stormed toward me. "What? Have you finally decided that Micah is a burden? That's why you're cursing him to death now? Aren't you afraid your curse will come true? "Fine. Let's see whether you're lying." With that, she called Micah's attending physician, but the doctor immediately denied it. "Ms. Jett, Micah Larsen is fine. He's still receiving treatment." My eyes widened in shock. Before I could even react, Natalie's palm struck my face. Chapter 3 Natalie looked at her reddened palm with disgust and said, "How annoying." Behind her, Andy continued to snicker. I stood there in a daze. When I met Andy's mocking gaze, I finally understood. The doctor had been bought off by him long ago. … Three days had passed since Micah's funeral. During that time, Natalie didn't come home even once. I had always turned a blind eye to her blatantly cheating on me with Andy, but I was no longer going to clean up their messes for the sake of Jett Group or protect Natalie's reputation like I used to. In two more days, I would finally be free. Before leaving, I tore up my copy of our marriage certificate. Then, I removed the ring I had worn when I married Natalie. The ring had belonged to Natalie's father. Before he passed, he had solemnly placed it in my hands and said, "When I'm gone, I'm entrusting Nat to you." I gripped the ring and called Natalie. "Let's meet." There was a brief silence on the other end. She seemed to think I was finally admitting fault and answered cheerfully, "I knew that you'd come crawling back to me. Come over while I still have some time." She hung up and sent me an address. It was the villa where she and Andy were living. However, the moment I arrived at the villa, Natalie's bodyguards surrounded me. Her impatient voice came through their radio. "Drag him up here. Andy is getting dizzy again. His anemia must be acting up." Hearing that, I paled and instinctively tried to run. But the next second, the bodyguards grabbed me by my sleeves and dragged me into the villa. "Draw his blood. Take as much as needed." Natalie looked down at me condescendingly. Beside her, Andy clutched his forehead, looking as though he was in great pain. She snapped anxiously, "Didn't you hear me? Andy can't wait any longer! If anything happens to him, your brother can say goodbye to this world too!" "Natalie Jett, have you gone insane?" I yelled at her. "This is murder! You'll go to jail for this!" I desperately struggled as I stared at the large needle in the doctor's hand. Natalie kicked me hard in the stomach. "Stop squirming! Do you want your brother to die?" Then, without giving me a choice, she ordered the doctor to draw a total of one liter of my blood from me. I lay sprawled helplessly on the floor. Watching the way she fussed over Andy made me feel utterly ridiculous. I clutched the wound on my arm, my face deathly pale from losing so much blood. "Natalie Jett, from now on, we owe each other nothing." I threw my wedding ring at Natalie's feet. Only then did she tear her attention away from Andy. She stared blankly at the ring before quickly picking it up. "What's the meaning of this? My dad entrusted this to you, and you just throw it around like it's nothing?" She was about to scold me, but the moment she met my frigid gaze, she stopped. Her lips parted, and her voice unconsciously became flustered. "Fine. It was just one liter of blood. I'll have someone bring back an experimental drug for Micah as compensation. It'll definitely wake him up." I leaned against the wall and took several breaths. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could still see the state my brother had been in when he died. "No need." Natalie sounded irritated. "What now?" She was extremely annoyed after I rejected her. She reached out to steady me, but I shoved her away. Behind us, Andy feigned a groan. Natalie glared at me before turning around to check on him, ignoring me completely. As I dragged my exhausted body out of the villa, I called Madeline. "I don't want to wait anymore." Madeline was silent for a moment before finally sighing. "Don't worry. I've already made arrangements for you. Leave after the family dinner the day after tomorrow." Chapter 4 After drawing my blood, Natalie came to see me of her own accord. In her hands was the latest experimental drug from overseas. It used to be one of the medications Micah had needed most. At the very least, it could have kept his condition from progressing to brain death. "I've also brought in specialists from abroad. They can treat Micah at any time. "The doctors said he's close to waking up, didn't they? Maybe he'll wake up this time. Then, the two of you can finally be reunited." We had been married for many years, so I knew that this was Natalie's way of extending an olive branch to me. Unfortunately, I no longer needed it. When she saw my unmoved expression, she frowned in confusion. "Andy's condition is special. He can't survive without your blood," she defended. I let out a mocking laugh and looked at her. "Is there no one else in this world who shares his blood type? Does it have to be me? "It's just a little anemia. Will he really die from something like that?" Natalie's expression instantly darkened. She snatched the experimental drug off the table. "I try to help you, and this is how you repay me? Micah deserves to be stuck lying in that bed. "Even if you beg me later, I won't give you this medicine. Your brother can just wait for death." I watched her walk away and smiled bitterly. It wasn't like Micah could die a second time anyway. … On the day of the family dinner, Natalie brought Andy with her. They were probably mindful of Madeline's presence, so the two didn't appear particularly intimate. Madeline merely glanced at Andy before speaking. "Nat, I called you and Julian here today because I have something important to announce. Your brother is returning to the country tomorrow. I'll arrange for him to join the company. "Your father left behind 20% of his shares. I'm not playing favorites, but the things you've been doing outside the company have been affecting its reputation." Natalie immediately shot to her feet, staring at her mother in disbelief. "Mom! You promised you'd let me join the company! "Dad said those 20% of shares belonged to me! How could you give all of them to your illegitimate son? I'm your daughter too!" Her eyes instantly reddened, her voice choking with emotion. But Madeline remained completely composed. "Frankly, you should be grateful to Julian for all these years. He may have neither power nor influence, but every time you caused trouble, he always cleaned up after you. Otherwise, do you really think you could've gotten away with behaving however you pleased for this long? "However, you went too far this time. Micah was Julian's brother! Even if I allow you to join the company, the shareholders won't." Natalie's nails dug deeply into her palms as she finally connected the dots. All her years of fighting and resisting had ultimately been paying the way for her mother and her half-brother. "You spent all these years scheming for that illegitimate son of yours! You made me marry Julian, and now you're even trying to rewrite Dad's will! How could you do this? And you call yourself human?" She trembled with rage before suddenly turning to me. "You! It's all your fault! You and Mom have been working together against me! You're on the same side as Henry!" Natalie screamed and shrieked, sweeping every dish off the table and sending them crashing to the floor. I lowered my head and ignored her. Madeline's expression turned livid at Natalie's insults. She slammed a divorce agreement onto the table. "Micah is dead! You caused his death! Don't you understand? I can't stand to see this anymore. You and Julian are ending this marriage arrangement. From this moment on, you're free."