Chapter 7 Keep An Eye On Her

As Tyler spoke, he grabbed Jean and dragged her into the ward. He pinned her against the bed, pulling her sleeves up so the doctor could draw her blood.

Jean gritted her teeth and struggled. "Let go of me, Tyler!"

Esme was stunned for a moment. Then, malice flashed through her eyes as she went up and helped Tyler to restrain Jean. She took the opportunity to exact her revenge.

The doctor brought his tools hurriedly. Jean felt a prick on her arm, along with the coldness of the needle.

Esme watched excitedly as Jean's blood flowed into the syringe. Her grip on Jean's hand tightened.

"Tyler won't hurt you as long as you stay still, Ms. Michaels. You were the one who agreed to donate your blood to my sister. That's why Tyler agreed to give you the life you have now. Why are you going back on your word?"

Hearing this, Jean felt alarmed. She formed a guess in her head. Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense.

She calmed down and said to Tyler seriously, "Let me go."

Tyler's grip on her was so strong that she felt like her bones were about to be crushed. At the same time, Esme was also pinching her hard. It hurt a lot.

Tyler didn't listen. He continued holding her down.

Jean took a deep breath and said calmly, "Let go of me, Tyler. I'll cooperate."

Tyler gave her a dark look. He glanced at the blood bag before letting go of her. "If you'd cooperated earlier, you wouldn't have been hurt," he said, his tone cold and indifferent.

Jean finally knew this man had been disguising his true nature over the last three years. She finally knew why she always felt like he never really loved Joyce when she was around him.

The monthly health checkup was just to make sure she was healthy enough to donate blood.

From the start, this marriage was nothing but a transaction.

Swallowing her unease, Jean looked over at Esme. She was still holding down her arm. "Isn't it funny that you're in love with the man who loves your sister?" she said with a small smile. She did not look upset at all.

Flustered, Esme pulled her hand back. "You're the one who's funny!" she said angrily.

Jean pursed her lips and looked at her in mirth. "Yeah, we're both funny."

Esme could do nothing but clench her fists and seethe in anger. Jean's smile annoyed her.

To Esme, Joyce had no right to laugh at her. She was nothing to Tyler, even more so than Esme was. A woman who only managed to get to where she was because of her blood type had no right to compare herself with her.

If she didn't have Rh-negative blood type, Tyler wouldn't even have given her another glance.

Tyler stood by indifferently throughout their exchange. As Jean lay on the bed, he looked at her impassively and said coldly, "You'd better be quiet when you get back. I don't want anyone to know about this."

Jean frowned as she watched Tyler leave the room. He seemed to have dropped all pretenses now.

Then again, this was just a transactional marriage. There was no point in pretending otherwise.

Esme folded her arms across her chest and looked at Jean mockingly. "Now you know who the funny one is, Joyce. You've never won."

Jean clenched her fists as she watched the tube in her arm. "You lost too, Ms. Page. Just like me," she said impassively.

Esme was furious but couldn't do anything as the doctor was still there. She settled with giving Jean a final glare before leaving the room.

After taking enough blood from Jean, the doctor removed the needle expressionlessly. He told her what she needed to do in regards to recovery. Then, he left with the bag of blood.

Jean was alone in the room. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling until tears blurred her vision.

A little while later, she heard a knock on the door. Jean wiped away her tears hastily and said hoarsely, "Come in."

Chris entered and stood by the door dutifully. "Madam, Mr. Larson instructed me to send you home."

Jean nodded. She got out of bed without fuss and went out of the room.

Her arm still hurt from the needle used to draw her blood. Slowly, she made her way to the elevator. On the way there, she glanced at the room beside hers.

There were two bodyguards stationed outside the door.

Jean recognized them. They were Tyler's best bodyguards, who used to follow him everywhere. However, she hadn't seen them for a while. Apparently, they had been sent here to protect Lilian Page.

The elevator doors slid open. Jean stepped in, as calm as ever.

Chris dropped Jean off at Oakside Villa.

As soon as she stepped into the house, Tyler called Chris to ask about her. Chris relayed her condition dutifully. "Madam looks well. She didn't say much during the journey, as usual."

Tyler frowned, then said coldly, "She's calm."

He'd thought that Jean wouldn't be able to accept this. Unexpectedly, she accepted her fate quietly.

"Keep a close eye on her," he said. It had been three years. Now that the other one was awake, the Michaels family would definitely do something.

Tyler ended the call. A strange light flashed in his eyes when he remembered how Jean looked when she was lying on the bed earlier.

"Tyler …" A woman's voice sounded from behind him. Tyler turned around immediately, dismissing the thought of Jean from his head. He smiled at the woman in the bed.

"You're awake."