"Continue drawing blood," Mark Bellucci ordered coldly, completely disregarding the little girl's agonized expression. On the hospital bed, the girl's face had turned pale due to excessive blood loss.
Even worse, she was his biological daughter, Shirley.
To please his new fiancee, Mark was even willing to kill his daughter cruelly with his own hands.
Just an hour ago, his fiancee, Ellie, had been in a car accident and needed a blood transfusion.
And Shirley happened to have a blood type that matched perfectly with Ellie's. Without hesitation, he tied Shirley to the hospital bed.
The thick needle pierced Shirley's delicate vein.
She was six years old this year, and her beautiful eyes were as clear and innocent as a deer's.
Blood continued to flow out of her vein.
As time passed, Shirley's face became even paler, and she looked incredibly weak.
"We've drawn two large bags of blood, and we can't continue this," the nurse couldn't help but protest. "She can't take this. No matter what, she's your daughter."
"Continue!" Mark commanded again.
Mark looked down at Shirley, her eyes resembling that detestable woman, his ex-wife.
He felt even less pity in his heart.
Ellie needed blood now, and he had to do this.
Shirley started to cry and struggle. "Daddy, it hurts... Please stop drawing my blood. I promise to be behave, Daddy..."
There was no sympathy on Mark's face. He only felt that she was being noisy, so he forcibly restrained Shirley the next second and taped her mouth shut.
"Even if I drain this brat's blood today, I will make sure Ellie gets the treatment she needs."
Shirley couldn't cry out, nor could she struggle. Only her eyes were filled with bloodshot and tears.
More and more blood was drawn, and her head felt dizzy.
She wanted to sleep.
Was she going to see her Mommy?
Grandma and the others said her Mommy was dead.
Her eyelids grew heavier and she could barely hold on.
"Bang!" A loud noise echoed in the blood collection room.
Before anyone could react, Mark had been kicked away by someone.
Immediately after, a woman wearing a black tactical suit gently embraced Shirley.
Upon seeing her, Mark reacted as if he'd seen a ghost.
She had an extremely stunning appearance, thick eyelashes, and sensual lips, exuding countless charms.
But her eyes had a resolute gaze.
Her soft hair was perfectly curled, adding a touch of mystery to her.
"You... Kristin, how could you..." Mark couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Kristin's eyes were like the devil from hell, just one glance from her would instill fear in people.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm still alive," Kristin's voice was as cold as ice.
Mark was her ex-husband. Five years ago, he took her on a honeymoon on their anniversary.
Unexpectedly, he sold her to an underground gambling den.
She could never forget the day she woke up. Her hands and feet were bound with iron chains, and she was subjected to brutal beatings.
In the end, she was stripped naked and locked in a cage, nearly dying.
Mark confirmed that she was his ex-wife and that she was still alive.
His eyes instantly lost their fear. In his eyes, Kristin was just a humble woman, absolutely incapable of threatening him.
He still remembered her kneeling on the ground, crying and begging him not to abandon her.
"I heard that you were sold as a sex slave afterwards. How did it feel?" He felt no guilt, only arrogance.
What he wanted to do now was to drain Shirley's blood and save his fiancee.
Since he confirmed his relationship with Ellie, his small company had received a lot of financial and resource support.
He was now the president of a publicly listed company.
Only Ellie could give him everything he wanted - power, money, and glory!
"You better hand over Shirley right now, or you'll regret it!" Mark threatened.
He reached out to snatch Shirley, but before his hand could reach her, Kristin grabbed his hand.
Mark tried to forcefully shake off her hand, but he couldn't move even a bit. He increased his strength, but the next second...
"Ah!"
Crack!
Amidst his pain-filled scream was the sound of a bone breaking. Mark's expression twisted in pain.
Kristin remained indifferent.
To survive, she had voluntarily joined a legion back then and became the strongest mercenary.
Having fought her way through many battles, she was no longer the delicate rose she used to be.
Mark never expected Kristin to be this strong.
"Fuck, you useless bunch, what are you standing there for? Help me!" Mark shouted.
The Kristin he remembered was a delicate lady adorned in floral dresses, but the one standing before him now was incredibly strong.
Even he was no match for her.
But his bodyguards, who were highly paid combat experts, would surely be able to subdue Kristin.
He was determined to kill this bitch.
More than a dozen bodyguards approached Kristin and her companions.
Their ferocious faces showed mockery and contempt.
At that moment, four muscular men walked in from outside the room, and Kristin whistled at them.
Then the four men attacked together!
They were like leopards that had been lurking, suddenly erupting with immense attacking power.
One of the men accurately hit the closest bodyguard, throwing a punch towards his chin and knocking him down instantly.
Everyone could clearly hear the sound of the man's breaking bones and his screams.
The other three perfectly cooperated and quickly plunged the room into chaos and screams.
"Ah! Help!"
"My hand is crippled..."
"Please, let go of me. No!"
Mark's face once again revealed a terrified expression. What had this woman experienced to become so powerful?