Chapter 753
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Between Eric and Clayton, Nicole had unconsciously stood with the weaker side.
In the past few days, the blood donation brought up a lot of Nicoleâs unhappy memories.
Eric was the last person Nicole wanted to see at this time, but he came anyway.
He even came and beat up Clayton, the man who donated blood to her.
Nicole was impressed by her good cultivation and restraint. If not for her crippled leg, she would have
kicked Eric to death at that moment.
She felt so frustrated because there was nowhere to vent her anger.
Eric lowered his head and stared at her for a few seconds. He then avoided her furious gaze.
He looked down at her leg that was in a cast with heartache.
His voice was low and husky as he answered her question. âI came to see you, and I donât need a
reason to beat him up.â
Eric was extremely arrogant.
Nicole almost passed out from anger.
This bastardâs self-confidence was really out of control.
In the next second, Eric slowly bent his knee and knelt in front of Nicole. He stretched out his well-
defined big hand and gently touched her right leg.
âDoes it hurt?â
His voice seemed to carry an uncontainable heartache. His eyes were dim and heavy.
Nicole was silent and did not make a sound. What nonsense!
Eric did not care about her ignorance and continued speaking. âIt must be painful. When my leg was
broken, it was so painful that I couldnât sleep. You probably feel the same way.â
His words were like thin needles piercing her heart. It instantly evoked those things that he did for her.
Eric had also sacrificed himself to save her. He almost lost his life for her.
Thinking of this, the rage in Nicoleâs heart quietly dissipated.
âForget it⦠Even though he hurt me the deepest, he also saved my life. Whatever he did offset his past
faults.
Whatâs the point of always clinging to the past?â
However, Nicole snorted lightly. âMr. Ferguson, are you reminding me to be grateful to you?â
Eric was slightly stunned. His eyebrows slowly relaxed as h e smiled.
âItâs fine if you think so.â
Clayton wanted to erase traces of Eric from Nicoleâs life and replace him. That was simply a pipe dream!
Nicole choked on her words. She frowned. âThen why did you hit him?â
Eric raised his eyes that had an alarming redness. No one cared that his face was haggard with his
strong aura. âI just felt like hitting him. He deserved it.â
Eric did not want to explain more because admitting that Clayton liked Nicole was beyond revolting for
him.
Suddenly, Eric remembered something and raised his eyes t o look at her. His eyes seemed a little
crazed.
âYour blood type is special, so Iâll have someone watch Wendy Quade and get her to donate blood
regularly for you, so when you need it, you can take it anytimeâ¦â
In the end, he curled his lips to reveal a bitter smile. âThatâs originally your blood anyway.â
Nicoleâs hand that was on the wheelchair suddenly clenched, so much so that her fingertips turned white.
Her heart was trembling fiercely.
Eric was aware of everything. He knew why Clayton was here and how she survived.
How could Eric not be aware of this?
Eric wanted to use other methods to replace Claytonâs greatest value.
âIsnât it just blood? Wendy Quadeâs blood is a waste if itâs not used anyway, so itâs better to give it all to
Nicole.â Eric thought.
Back then, Eric felt guilty for Hendrickâs overwhelming love for Wendy. This feeling completely
disappeared after Wendyâs series of tumultuous moves.
To Eric, Wendy was just a woman who had Nicoleâs blood flowing in her body.
Nicoleâs chest felt stuffy, dull, and uncomfortable.
She refused. âNo need. I already feel disgusted that my blood is flowing in her body.â