Chapter 15 Why Does It Have to Be Veronica's Blood

Veronica had already been dragged several steps by Gregory before she fully realized what was happening. When she snapped back to her senses, she frowned sharply, wrenched her hand free, and demanded, "Gregory, what are you doing?" Gregory frowned deeply, concern flickering across his handsome face as he spoke in a low voice. "Camelia is injured. The hospital doesn't have enough blood right now—you need to donate blood to her. Don't worry, you'll be compensated. You won't lose out." Hearing that, Veronica let out a cold laugh. But once the laughter faded, an uncontrollable wave of bitterness rose in her chest. Even now, Gregory still saw her as nothing more than Camelia's walking blood bank. She looked at him coldly, her expression indifferent as she said, "She's injured. What does that have to do with me? My blood is valuable, and she can't afford it." Gregory's face hardened, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Name your price. How much do you want?" "Money?" A faint, mocki