Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 358

I tugged at my sleeve, embarrassed and about to spill the beans when the banquet hall erupted into chaos.

"Oh my God!" Someone yelled, "Ms. Myers has fainted. Call 911!"

In the next second, the man, hanging his head low, suddenly stood up and dashed out like a shot, as fast as lightning.

Caught off guard, Ramona stood up hastily, not bothering about anything else, and hurried out with the help of a servant, leaving only me and Christine in the living room.

"Let's go. You don't need to worry about this mess." Christine pulled me away. "They have their family and a devoted fiancé. You need to take care of yourself. Hurry to the hospital and have it checked out so it doesn't turn as bad as last time."

The banquet hall was in total disarray. Some genuinely cared, others just wanted to put on a show for the Myers family.

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After getting to the hospital and having some blood samples taken, I sat in the infusion room waiting for Christine. But the itch was still unbearable.

Taking advantage of Christine paying the bill, I scratched my neck raw. It didn't help at all. I felt like dying from the itch.

"Goodness!" Christine returned from paying the bill and saw me scratching everywhere, even attacking my face. She rushed over to hold down my hands. "Do you even want your face anymore? Are you still under twenty, with a fast metabolism that scars would disappear? If you scar, you'll look hideous."

"I guess I'm already hideous." I was on the verge of tears.

On the way to the hospital, I took a small mirror from my bag and saw that my face was all in rashes. It looked shocking.

Feeling my despair, Christine tried to console me, "It's just temporary ugliness. The doctor said that once the IV is in and you take some medicine for a few days, these rashes will disappear with no trace. Let me hang the IV, and I'll go and get you some ice cream to cool it down. It might relieve some of the itching."

Susan murmured, "Lilliana."

"Sorry, but no!" Christine pushed me before a nurse, "Jane is feeling unwell. She needs an IV. You should know that if you're on medication, you can't donate blood for the coming few days."

I was so itchy that I could barely stand it, eagerly stretching out my arm, riddled with rashes, for the nurse to set up the IV. Yet, the sight of the sharp needle made me instinctively flinch and shut my eyes. Surprisingly, the anticipated pain never followed.

Susan had her bodyguard stop the nurse's action!

Feeling like millions of tiny bugs crawling on my skin, I nearly lost it, biting my teeth hard. "Is Ms. Myers' life the only one that matters, not mine?"

"Ms. Webster..." Seeing the hatred in my eyes, Susan seemed shocked and burst into tears, pleading, "When I found out about your blood type, the doctor said you have allergies. Allergies are not life-threatening, are they? But without a blood source, my daughter could die."