Unveiling the True Match
Yaslyn's heart cursed him silently, maintaining a neutral facade.
"Help for what?" she asked.
"You know, I had a first love, Brad must've told you?"
"She's dead, isn't she?"
"Yes, she should've been long dead. Let me tell you a story."
"I'm not interested. If you want to kill me, just say it."
"Listen to the end. Perhaps, you might find your end more pleasurable."
'Pleasurable? What a madman!'
"She was a wonderful girl. Full of confidence, brightness, and warmth. Like you, but less cunning. Unfortunately, she contracted scurvy. Her blood type was rare, and we couldn't find a suitable donor, leaving her dangling between life and death."
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