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A Wrong Blood Bag, His Final Regret
My husband, Scott Lemire, admires the young, newly hired nurse at the hospital. Her name is Yvonne West, and he promotes her to a full-fledged doctor, even though she has only worked here for two days. His colleagues urge him to reconsider his decision, but he insists that Yvnonne has the skills for it. He also condemns his colleagues for being inept and prone to jealousy. However, Scott's mother, Agatha Kincaid, is suddenly involved in a car crash and breaks her leg. Yvonne gives Agatha the wrong blood bag, causing cardiac arrest and ultimately leading to her death. After I check the blood compatibility log, I gnash my teeth in anger and press charges against Yvonne right there and then. The next day, however, Scott brings a group of men to the funeral home, wreaking havoc and forcing Agatha's casket open. "Whitney, how can you be this vicious? Yvonne didn't mean for it to happen. Your mom is very old anyway. If she's dead, then so be it. You didn't have to ruin Yvonne's career! "Your mom won't be happy if she knows the kind of crap you're doing! Sign the letter of understanding now, or I'll divorce you this instant!" I try to stop Scott's men from ruining the funeral home as I question him. "Are you out of your mind? This is Mom's funeral!" Scott sneers and says, "I will do the same if this is my mom's funeral, let alone your mom's!" And yet, he shows up at my place later, kneeling in tears and begging me to seek justice for Agatha.
Kneel Down to Win Back the Heiress Queen
[Update 4 chapters daily] Nancy Moore grows up indulged and sheltered by the influential Moore family, only to discover one day that she is actually the daughter of the far less notable Liddell family.Her adoptive parents, fearing she will suffer if sent back, support the Liddells discreetly behind the scenes. Not wanting to add to their burden, Nancy quietly slips away to rejoin the Liddells.But the Liddells, arrogant about their noble status, greet her return with scorn. Her birth parents accuse her of lacking the grace of a "real" heiress, unlike their adoptive daughter, Raine Liddell—who's talented and accomplished.They claim, "An heiress needs to pick up all sorts of skills and knowledge. You need to learn from your sister."Later, the Liddells boast about Raine being qualified for the finals of a piano competition, only to spot Nancy on the judges' panel.They are proud of Raine's status as a designer prodigy, and that she dreams of studying under a national treasure, only to find that figure is none other than Nancy.When the Liddells warn Nancy to not fantasize about Raine's fiancé, who's also the heir of the Fuller family, the said heir declares his love for Nancy while holding her lovingly. "When are you going to acknowledge me as your partner, babe?" he asks.Having made discovery after discovery on Nancy's actual identities, the Liddells finally realize that Nancy is the key to their ascension through the elite's ranks. Regret floods them, tears tracing lines down their cheeks as they plead for her to return.But the elite Moore family snaps, "Get lost! From now on, Nancy is only a Moore!"
A Second Life, A New Power
Demi Moone was the Pitt family's true heiress in her past life, but she willingly prostrated herself at their feet. She was at their beck and call. Yet all she got in return was her family locking her in a car for the sake of the adoptive daughter!After transmigrating to a world of cultivation for 300 years, she becomes a changed woman. Then, she's accidentally reborn and brought back to the day before her death.Instead of kicking up a fuss, she decisively severs ties with the Pitt family. They are contemptuous of her—they'll give her another chance to be their servant if she can stick it out for a month.After all, no one knows better than them just how much Demi can humble herself to win their affections.Half a year passes… and Demi is still not home. There are many rumors that arise in the upper crust, though.Someone says Demi is actually the geomancy master who has countless tycoons hanging on her every word; another says she's a miracle doctor who can revive the dead!There are also rumors that she's a geomancy master revered by the world and a symbol of justice that everyone is in awe of!The prince of the city is handsome and powerful, but he's been diagnosed with a curious illness at a young age. No one can cure him. He's already prepared himself for his imminent death when a mysterious woman suddenly barges into his life…She uses four words to become his salvation—"I can cure you"!She saves him from the brink of death, and he makes room in his heart for her!
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
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