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Lowly Walking Blood Bank

Author: Jarish143
last update Last Updated: 2022-11-16 14:04:49

Jenna prepared herself after putting her phone away and got in a taxi to the City Hall while repressing the anguish in her heart and the scorching sensation in her body.

It was a minute later. Rex attempted to contact Jena twice, but no one picked up, so he hung up and refused to try again.

Jenna was incredibly pale as she sat on a seat. Rex approached her an hour later with a stern, expressionless face and a chilly glance as he moved over.

"What specifically are you not happy with? Even though I know you have given more blood this month than usual, I have already paid you."

Jenna lifted her head to meet his harsh glare, "Let's simply get a divorce." She no longer wanted to talk to Rex Hidalgo; her voice was calm and collected.

They never repeated the same thing when speaking.

Jenna focused on the man's distinctive features as he stood before her. She fell head over heels in love with him because he was tall and attractive, but he, on the other hand, never once smiled at her.

She used to be careful not to aggravate him in the past, but now she felt numb when she saw his stern face.

Rex gave Jenna a melancholy glance. All her demands or requests were acceptable, but he could not accept that she did not respect authority.

'Is she certain she is the only person who can give blood?'

"Jenna, don't regret your decision."

Jenna smiled pitifully, "What I regret most is marrying you two years ago." She finally gave it some thought, and just now, nothing could be more apparent.

'I've endured enough pain in this union with Rex Hidalgo, I thought. It's enough already!'

They were the last couple standing in line because it was close to closing.

Their two years of marriage ended so hastily, in a matter of minutes.

The instant Jenna held the divorce certificate, and her heart quivered a little.

Rex did not even glance at her or say anything about wanting her to stay.

"Let's go to the hospital."

He still remembered to use her one last time.

Jenna lifted her head and laughed out loud. "Rex Hidalgo, I won't waste another drop of blood on her, even if she dies in front of me in the future."

Rex's eyes abruptly darkened. "Don't forget, the condition of our marriage back then is that you'll donate blood whenever she needs it. How could you curse Alice like that while she's sick?"

Jenna had a heart-stab-like sensation at that exact moment. She was in excruciating discomfort.

'Right... Only because I have golden blood could I marry him. I committed to giving Alice Florence my precious and uncommon Rh-null blood anytime she needed it.'

Jenna's gaze wavered as she met his, but all that could be seen in his eyes was his usual indifference.

Her grin grew wider until she finally let forth a chilly, uncontrollable chuckle.

'I should have realized long ago that Rex Hidalgo saw me as nothing more than a lowly walking blood bank.'

"Don't worry, I'll give her my blood one last time and settle our score, Rex Hidalgo; I don't give a damn about being your wife."

She gave Rex a mysterious smile before turning to walk away.

Rex had slightly knitted brows. He felt strangely irritated. He sensed that Jenna was not the same today, but he could not put his feelings into words. She appeared to be beyond his control.

He believed that he already knew her well with the two years of marriage. Before their marriage, she was clingy and insistent, but afterward, she developed into a meek and submissive wife.

Alice recently needed more blood transfusions. Jenna was a good wife, but he still felt terrible about it. He was irritated by Jenna's unexpected divorce request, but it was necessary.

Rex's dark eyes grew more intense as he managed to calm his irritated heart. 'Forget it; when she can't make it on her own, she'll naturally come back begging.'

Before Rex could respond, Jenna called a taxi and made her way to the hospital from the side of the road. She pushed the door open after locating Alice Florence's VIP area.

Alice was approached by a few medical professionals who attentively inquired if she was in pain.

Alice's eyes flitted, and she appeared ecstatic when she saw Jenna.

"Jenna, you're finally here! Are you not mad at me for always bothering you because of my poor health? I was worried that your body couldn't take it." Jenna approached her with a stern expression as she marched over.

"You did send that text, correct?"

She made a direct statement.

Jenna brutally slapped Alice's face before she could respond.

Alice yelled, "Ah!" and covered her cheek.

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