I Was A Blood Bank For My Parents' Adopted Daughter

e personal doctor,

had spoken with my

ining my mother, his brow fur

atching the scene unfold

t feel well myself."

eps away, his eyes uncertain behind his gl

to reveal some barely noticeable needle marks. "I keep finding strange ma

face turn

"Chloe! Don't distract the doct

t Martin. "Dr. Russell, how many years

wenty

o has worked for a long time in our family." I nodde

form on Marti

r at my father. "Serving t

n responsible for my care during the th

..

my body?" This question pie

almost dropped the stethoscope in his han

d towards him, the sound of my high heel

spered in his ear. "Maddie's body completely accept

ntrollably. He looked at my fathe

s face tur

ather strode over, tr

s? I just wanted to ask Dr. Russell about the medical definition of donation. After all. I want to know just how

t was unm

face turn

at me angrily, "Chloe, you're being unreasonable

dut

idicu

hamelessness. "Reece, you're mar

ment, then answered con

from the Holt family. Good luck

turned extr

the Holt Group was fou

my father to jail in a safe. And the key was in my hands. "Well, I forgot to tell

e turned ev

ay away from me. Otherwise, when my father k

, trembling with anger. "You ungrateful daughter! Are yo

ider? Does Maddie have Holt blood? Is she worthy of the Holt name? Or is it that a

unged the living

e me because what I

a pawn or tool they found, a

ughter who was sacrific