Why Couldn’t It Be You Who Died, Percival?

Percival’s icy glare instantly silenced the other person.

Even though his phone screen was shattered, it still worked. Suppressing his emotions, Percival picked up the phone from the ground, took out the SIM card, and threw the phone into the trash can.

Evadne, after finishing her blood draw, was helped out soon after. She glanced at Percival, knowing he was in a foul mood, and wisely chose not to speak.

Having had 700 milliliters of blood drawn, Evadne looked a bit pale but didn’t pass out. This was the first time she had given so much blood. She wondered how Eulalia had managed to keep giving blood all those years.

What a wretch. Evadne had no sympathy for her rival. The worse off Eulalia was, the happier Evadne felt. After all, Eulalia had taken things that didn’t belong to her, and everyone must pay a price for what they’ve taken. It was all deserved.

During those four years, Evadne had bribed her doctor. Conditions like coagulation disorders and severe anemia were all fabricated.