Chapter 789

Weston’s voice was sharp and icy, like the voice of the devil. Guinevere’s eyes widened immediately. "My parents are here?" "Go for a blood transfusion now, and I might just let you meet them. Otherwise, you will watch them suffer." “How could you do this to me!” She gazed at him with reddened eyes. "Is our relationship nothing compared to a substitute?" "I'll say it once. The decision is yours." Weston tightened the grip of his hands. "Go do the blood transfusion or die here." Instantly, she could feel her breathing being constricted, followed by suffocating despair. She looked at him with a flushed face, unable to say a word. It wasn't until he let go of his hand that the feeling of suffocation eased a little. She fell to the ground, gasping for breath. After a long pause, Guinevere looked at the man in front of her with tears in her eyes. "Do you have to be so cruel?" He laughed. "You said it yourself that she’s just a substitute. If she is gone, I can still find someone