Chapter 1114

“No one is making things difficult for me. You don’t have to help,” Amelia teassured.

“Really? In that case, I’m relieved.” Alicia appeared to care for Amelia as though they were sisters.

“By the way, when are you free? Let’s have a meal together. It’s my treat. Our reunion after so many years is surely something worth celebrating, don’t you think?” Alicia continued.

“Uh…” Amelia hesitated.

“Don’t tell me you won’t even have a meal with me. When you were pregnant and almost beaten up by others in prison, it was me who pitied you and begged them to let you go on your behalf.” Once again, Alicia recounted the incident in the past.

When she heard that, Amelia agreed. “Okay. Let’s have a meal together, but it’s my treat. You’ve helped me in the past, so let me show you my appreciation.”

“Let’s not argue about who’s footing the bill just yet. Anyway, it’s a deal. Next time I visit you, let’s go out and have a good meal!” With that said, Alicia left with a satisfied smile.

Once Alicia left, Amelia breathed out a sigh. For some reason, a faint anxiety kept tugging at her heart.

She thought that Alicia seemed too eager to invite her for a meal.

But after a while, Amelia shook her head dismissively with a smile. It was just a meal. She was just overthinking it. Besides, there was no way Alicia could take advantage of her. She was just the proprietor of a concession stand and had neither power nor money.

Besides, Alicia seemed to be doing well recently. It was possible that Alicia simply wanted to have a meal together without ulterior motives.

At that moment, a neighbor came to the concession stand to shop for something. At the sight of Alicia, the neighbor probed, “Are you quarreling with your husband?”

“Huh?” Amelia was taken aback by the sudden question.

The neighbor continued, “Your husband has been parking in the corner quite often these past few days.

He would just sit in the car and look at you without getting out or entering the building. Are you giving each other the cold shoulder after the fight?”

Amelia blinked, dumbfounded. “Warren…has been here these days?” she thought silently.

“If I were you, I would resolve the fight. You’re already pregnant. What good can fighting with your husband do? Even if the argument is for your child’s sake, you should discuss it civilly. Do you really want to get a divorce immediately after getting married? Besides, your husband seems to be quite wealthy. Why did he allow you to keep running a concession stand? He should bring you back to his place for you to become the lady of the house and find you some housekeepers at your service,” the neighbor rambled on.

Amelia replied vaguely, “I like the life I have now, and I don’t want to make any changes. We’ve also talked about this before marriage. He’s usually busy with his work anyway, and there were some things that we can discuss after getting married.”

The neighbor was not happy. “You finally got married. Stop being silly and giving each other the silent treatment. I think your husband wants to make up with you, too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be hiding in the co and watching you. Spare him the embarrassment and forgive hin you should flirt with him until you get his money. If not, he’ll get the cold shoulder. By the time he finds himself another woman, ye devastated to find yourself with empty pockets.”

Amelia could only laugh. Her marriage to Warren was doomed from t beginning. Their marriage was merely practical. She had never thought of asking Warren for anything.

After the neighbor left, Amelia walked out of the concession stand and looked around, but she did not see Warren’s car.

“Did he… not come by today?” With a nonchalant shrug, she turned around and returned to the concession stand. She would have never guessed that Warren was in a hospital at that very moment, drawing his blood.

Over 13 ounces of blood were drawn from his body.

When the procedure was done, Warren’s complexion turned pale. He seemed to be a little fatigued.

“Mr. York, you’d better stop drawing blood momentarily. According to standard guidelines, normal, healthy donors are recommended only to donate blood once every six months. You have drawn blood twice in a short period. I would ask you to only donate again after at least six months,” advised the doctor.

“Six months?” Warren smiled bitterly. Six months would not be feasible at all. Amelia might deliver the baby in less than six months. If blood were needed at that time, the blood he had donated would be insufficient.

Moreover, such a rare blood type had always been scarce in the blood bank.

“From now on, I’ll draw my blood at least once a month,” Warren suggested. Even if he only did it once a month, there were only a few months until Amelia’s due date. He could only hope there would be enough blood stored up before Amelia gave birth.

“That’s too dangerous. If you do this once a month, your life will be endangered!” the doctor warned.

“I’ll know my limit. Furthermore, I will hire a personal nutritionist to be responsible for my diet. It won’t affect my health. If the hospital fears being held responsible, I can also sign a consent form.” As he spoke, Warren stood up slowly.

However, even though he deliberately slowed his speed of standing he still felt a sudden onset of dizziness and staggered forward.

“Watch out, Mr. York!” The doctor hurriedly stepped forward to catch Warren.

“Thank you.” Warren stabilized his body. After a while, the dizziness finally disappeared.

“Mr. York, as a doctor, I still want to remind you that even though you are desperately storing up blood for your wife, your wife will not be happy if anything were to happen to your life in the process. If that happens, you might leave her with more sadness and self-blame. Regardless, it would be best if you cherished your life a bit more,” the doctor said sincerely.

Warren smiled bitterly. If anything happened to him, would Amelia still be sad for him?

On the one hand, he hoped he had a place in her heart. But on the other hand, he did not want her to be heartbroken because of him.

Patting the doctor lightly on the shoulder, Warren smiled wistfully. “For me, my life is no longer worth anything!”

That year, when he uncovered the truth, he discovered that Amelia had given him his life. Since then, he had lived just for her!

He could give up his life for her at any time!

When Amelia closed the window that night, she caught sight of Warren’s car parked not far from the concession stand again.

After hesitating for a while, Amelia put on her coat, walked out of the concession stand, and made a beeline to the car.

At the sight of Amelia, Warren got out of the car and looked at her. Before she could say anything, he apologized immediately. “I-I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to see me. I’ll go back now. I won’t… I won’t disturb you.”

With that said, he turned around to open the car door. Yet, when he neared the car, he suddenly felt light-headed.

Warren staggered and leaned sharply toward one side.

As a reflex, Amelia quickly stepped forward to support him.