Jay Gatsby ordered the doctors to draw blood from Scarlett OHara once again. Several medical staff watched her intently, ready to pounce and hold her down at any moment.
Scarlett let out a bitter laugh; she had no strength left. The fight she had shown earlier was merely a facade of defiance. Now, the consequences were catching up with her.
Two more large bags of blood were extracted from her, amounting to a liter... At this moment, it wasnt just blood that was flowing away but also the love she had naively offered over the years.
With her goal achieved, no one paid any more attention to Scarlett. She stumbled out, only to see Jay carefully carrying Daisy Buchanan into the transplant chamber for the procedure, completely oblivious to Scarletts current state of weakness.
His indifference towards her was absolute.
Scarlett wrapped her arms around her body, which was now drenched in cold sweat, and shivered in the stairwell. She couldnt tell whether the chill was from the blood loss or from the coldness that emanated from her heart.
"Here, have some chocolate. It will help," a voice said, breaking through her daze.
Scarlett looked up to see a young man in a white coat, his eyes filled with concern as he offered her chocolate, already unwrapped from its packaging.
"Thank you," Scarlett whispered, the sweetness of the chocolate doing little to mask the bitterness she felt in her heart and mind. Jay Gatsby would never have noticed or cared about her needing to eat before giving blood; he was too eager to get what he wanted.
Upon learning that the young man, Tom Robinson, was her junior from middle school, Scarlett, though she couldnt quite place him, still exchanged contacts. She knew she would always remember the warmth of that chocolate.
Daisy Buchanans surgery went smoothly, and Professor Tang stayed a few extra days to ensure that the white blood cells in her body were returning to normal.
Daisy reveled in the feeling of vitality that came with each passing day.
"Jay, despite what Miss OHara has done, its only natural. I want to properly thank her," Daisy said, her voice soft.
Jay Gatsby seemed somewhat preoccupied. He hadnt been home in days and wondered how Scarlett was doing, remembering how weak she had been after giving blood.
Hearing Daisys words, Jay agreed to visit Scarlett together once Daisy had fully recovered but said, "Ive thanked her with real money and shares, what more could she want?"
Daisy lowered her eyes, a sly glint flashing through them.
No, mere thanks were not enough; she would not allow Jay to exchange the Gatsby Corporation for Scarlett OHaras favor.
A doctors casual joke echoed in Daisys ears, "Scarlett OHara looks so much like you, and her bone marrow matches perfectly. She could be your long-lost sister."
This sent a shiver down Daisys spine, reminding her of a long-buried secret from the past.
Before she could confirm the truth, she must ensure that her family never laid eyes on Scarlett OHara!
An assistant arrived from the Gatsby residence, handing Jay a divorce agreement, already signed by Scarlett.
Daisy assumed that Jay, given his concern for her, would quickly sign it, but instead, she saw his face darken, his eyes fierce as if about to tear the paper to shreds.
"In case your condition recurs, Scarlett might still be of use," he said coldly before leaving in a hurry, his mood unexplained.
Daisy clenched her teeth; his words were nothing but an excuse. Her intuition told her that Jays concern for Scarlett was no longer just because of their similar appearances.