My Destined Lover

They arrived at the cafe.

The two sides sat opposite each other at a round table.

On one side were old Mrs. Taylor, Mrs. Taylor, Kimberly, and the old housekeeper standing beside; on the other side was Laura alone.

“You are Laura?” old Mrs. Taylor spoke first.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

She looked Laura up and down with her mean eyes and said sarcastically, “How dare you threaten your aunt.”

The volume of her voice was so loud that many customers noticed their conversation and looked over.

Laura ignored old Mrs. Taylor’s words and calmly took out a hospital–stamped certificate from her bag, and put it on the table.

“You can take a look at this.”

Old Mrs. Taylor picked up the certificate and glanced at it, as if in shock, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing.”

Laura crossed her fingers and rested them on her chest, as calmly as a lawyer in a negotiation, “As you can see, the certificate states that over the years, you have asked me to give blood to Kimberly eight times…”

“So?”

“So.” Laura tapped the table, “I demand that you give me compensation for donating blood. Eight times, not one less.”

Old Mrs. Taylor’s face went pale as she slapped the certificate hard on the table, “You’re threatening me?!”

Laura grunted, “What do you think?”

“You little bitch!”

A few onlookers sitting nearby, however, couldn’t bear to watch and mocked, “What kind of people are you all? Such a frequent number of blood donations. Do you have any humanity!”

“Yeah, she’s just a little girl, don’t you know it’s against the law to force people to donate blood?”

“It’s okay,” a man not far away held up his phone, “I’ve recorded what just happened and made a video.”

Hearing these words, Kimberly’s face paled. She could never have imagined that Laura would dare to tell the story in public.

Old Mrs. Taylor was the first to react. She turned red and angrily slapped the table, “Laura, how dare you!”

Laura didn’t care, “I just want you to transfer money to me, is it that hard?”

“You!”

“Grandma.” Kimberly held down the old Mrs. Taylor who wanted to get angry, “Don’t be angry, let me talk to her.”

After calming old Mrs. Taylor down, Kimberly looked at Laura and spoke in a gentle tone, “Laura, I’ve always treated you like my sister. We are a family, why does our relationship have to be so unpleasant? I’m really sad that you keep talking about money…”

Laura looked indifferent, and said bluntly, “Don’t talk to me about these useless things. You don’t think that I gave you blood voluntarily, do you?”

Kimberly didn’t know how to react for a moment.

“Heh.” Old Mrs. Taylor suddenly sneered and admitted, “Yes, we coerced you into giving blood.”