Ultimately, when persuasion failed, Jay Gatsby resorted to force, taking Scarlett OHara back to be confined, instructing the servants to replenish her nutrients. No matter how much she protested, she could not change the fact that she would be forcibly taken to the hospital for blood extraction a week later.
And when the time came, Scarlett was strangely calm. Why make a scene when she could be restrained by Jays orders at any moment? It was better to avoid the embarrassment.
In the ward, Daisy Buchanans weak face blossomed into a sincere smile, "Scarlett OHara, thank you."
Scarlett gazed at her coldly, finding the irony of a face so similar to her own, "If you really want to thank me, after the surgery, set up a memorial tablet for my poor child and kneel in prayer, offering sacrifices for three months!"
"Scarlett OHara, dont push your luck! I will transfer the Gatsby Corporation shares to you, and if you want a child, I can provide that too..."
"Two women serving one husband?" Scarlett sneered, interrupting him, "Jay Gatsby, do you think Im that cheap?"
Cheap enough to have a child with him?
He treated her as a substitute, so he thought a child could be replaced as well?
Jay Gatsby lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding a hint of restlessness in his eyes, not looking at her mocking gaze.
It was that face, so incredibly similar to Daisys, which allowed him to catch his breath under the overwhelming pressure at that time, but every time he saw it, it was more painful, reminding him that she was just an "imitation."
The cold needle pierced the vein, and Scarlett winced slightly at the sting. Daisy, her face pale, watched as the blood bag slowly filled with red, tears sliding down her cheeks like pearls, "Jay, I feel so sorry for Miss OHara. The thought of my life being bought at the cost of an innocent little life makes my heart ache..."
Jay tenderly wiped her tears, soothing her in a soft voice, "Its not your fault, blame me."
Scarlett wanted to tear out the needle and throw the bag of blood at the hypocritical couple, one pretending to be virtuous, the other showing deep affection, werent they making her sick?
She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and quickly regained her composure, just wanting to get it over with and leave as far away as possible from here, away from Jay Gatsby.
After extracting a large bag of blood, Scarlett leaned weakly against the wall, her vision blurring in and out, about to leave when she received a call from Daisy, "Miss OHara, Dr. Wilson said there was a little problem with the blood you just donated. Could you come to the blood room to check?"
Scarlett sneered, what did it matter to her?
As if knowing what she was thinking, Daisy said softly, "If you dont come, Jay will personally come to get you."
Biting back the dizziness and lightheadedness, Scarlett gritted her teeth and moved step by step to the blood room. Before she could go in, she heard unrestrained laughter coming from inside.
"Jay really still loves me, its worth it to pretend to be sick. After the surgery this afternoon, I can slowly recover. Ive been wearing this deathly pale makeup every day, its ugly..."
Seeing Scarlett, who was trembling with rage at the door, Daisy was not at all flustered, but looked her up and down, laughing innocently, "You do look a lot like me, but a fake is still a fake... Youve held onto a place that doesnt belong to you for too long, its time to give it back!"
After saying this, she messed up her hair, pulled her collar messy, and slapped herself a few times, then, in front of Scarletts astonished gaze, she smashed the bag of hard-earned blood onto the ground!
After doing all this, she leisurely said to Dr. Wilson, who was standing by, "Call Mr. Gatsby."
Extreme anger ignited a fierce flame in Scarletts heart, and even the feeling of dizziness was burned away.
"You love to act so much, so hard, how could I not cooperate with you?"
With that, Scarlett slapped Daisy Buchanan a resounding slap, not enough, she continued to slap a few more times, hitting Daisy until she screamed.
Then, she heard an angry voice coming from behind her—
"Scarlett OHara! What are you making a fuss about?"