Chapter 4

My heart leaped in shock, followed by overwhelming despair.

In my previous life, Damon had used talismans drawn with my heart’s blood to stabilize himself.

Because my second sight had been transplanted into his eyes, he was able to see other things.

Back then, right after his surgery, as soon as they removed his bandages, he was terrified by the spirits before him.

No matter how carefully I tried to comfort him, he remained utterly spooked.

Left with no choice, I sacrificed some of my cultivation and took my heart’s blood to draw talismans to calm him.

Though it had gravely weakened me, at least I survived.

But now, I had just miscarried and was already bleeding profusely.

If they took more blood for talismans, I might actually end up in the underworld.

I instinctively tried to flee, but Damon ordered his bodyguards to seize me.

“Anya Reed, this is what you owe Seraphina.”

Damon’s words echoed in my ears, and I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

“Damon Blackwood, I haven’t said a single word this entire time! Tell me, what exactly do I owe her?”

Stumped by my question, Damon instinctively wanted to argue but couldn't find the words.

He could only mumble, “If it weren’t for you, Seraphina wouldn’t be so scared.”

“And you won’t die; taking a little blood for talismans is fine.”

Damon knew he was in the wrong, but he was still worried about Seraphina.

He stubbornly insisted, “Anya Reed, stop making a fuss. As long as you draw the talismans, I’ll agree to anything you want.”

I had no chance to refuse; the doctor was already approaching with a needle.

I kept backing away, but the bodyguards grabbed me, pinning me firmly to the ground.

“This is illegal! You don’t have my consent!”

Hearing my words, the doctor hesitated for a moment, his needle hovering over me.

But when his eyes met Seraphina’s meaningful gaze, he finally made up his mind.

They were all in this together now.

The cold needle plunged into my chest, and a hundred milliliters of blood were quickly drawn.

Just then, Seraphina “woke up,” and seeing me, she let out a piercing scream.

Her shriek startled the doctor, and his hand twitched.

The freshly drawn blood spilled onto the floor. Damon, hearing the commotion, asked anxiously, “What happened?!”

Only after the doctor tremblingly explained everything did Damon finally relax.

Then he dismissively waved his hand.

“It’s fine, she’s strong. Draw it again.”

My heart shuddered at his words.

“Damon Blackwood, I’ll die!”

But hearing me, Damon showed no pity, only a look of disgust.

“Anya Reed, stop being dramatic. Don't you think I know whether you’ll die or not?”

The cold needle was plunged into my body again. I felt my body temperature slowly dropping.

Just as I thought I had reached a hundred milliliters and was finally free, Seraphina walked over.

The needle, which was about to be pulled out, was pushed back in by her.

The doctor looked at her in surprise, then silently complied.

I felt dizzy, and instinctively called Damon’s name.

The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Damon’s anxious face.

So, you do worry about me.

But Damon, I don’t want you anymore.

I woke up again in the Blackwood family mansion, but not in the master bedroom.

Instead, I was in the utility room on the first floor, where the staff often rested.

Seeing me awake, a maid hurried out to inform someone.

After a while, Damon was pushed in by a maid, and he urgently grabbed my hand.

I was somewhat surprised, but his next words brought me back to reality.