It was only because his darling, Tiffany's daughter, needed a massive blood transfusion due to anemia, and he needed me to sign a blood donation consent form.
“Rainy, you've got three minutes to get your butt over here and donate blood, or don’t even think about me ever forgiving you.”
My phone went silent. John, losing his patience, called again and again.
Eventually, Winnie, my daughter, answered, her voice cold,
“How many times do I have to say it? My mom’s dead.”
John, on the other end, nearly exploded.
“You and your mom, what a pathetic act! You two should be on the stage, not pulling this BS!”
“Tell Rainy, she can’t pull this crap on me. She's playing the wrong game. This blood bank needs her and only her!"
"Sir, nobody's come out of the house.”
Less than half an hour later, the man who'd vanished for over a year showed up with a couple of bodyguards, cornering Winnie at our place.
John nodded, but no matter how hard he banged, the door stayed shut.
His eyes turned icy. With just a look, the window was smashed.
“Rainy, are you kidding me? Get out here before I lose my patience!”
John stormed inside, only to find Winnie alone in the living room.
Everything was perfectly tidy. Winnie coughed, then rubbed her hand, covered in a rash, before stretching her neck and blankly observing her surroundings.
After a long pause, she tilted her head, glancing at him with a look of detachment and annoyance.
“My mom's dead. Why are you still here?”
His eyes widened at that statement. Then, he relaxed.
He raised an eyebrow and strode over to the dining table, pointing at the small daisies. He said, "You lying little brat! Who else but Rainy would stick these ugly flowers here? You're allergic to flowers, so don't tell me that you put these here!"
“You’re so selfish. To avoid donating blood, you’d concoct a lie like this? It's disgusting.”
He waved his hand, ordering the bodyguards to storm the bedroom.
“Tear this place apart. First one to find her gets a million bucks.”
The bodyguards tore through every room, the bathroom, even the flower pots. It was chaos in seconds.
Almost as soon as the command was issued, Winnie darted to the daisies, clutching them to her chest. She bit her lip, teeth clenched, like a startled cat staring at John, breathing hard. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
“She’s dead, don’t treat her like this. If there's any blame, it’s all my fault. It’s my fault. Let me explain, it was because of Tiffany…”
Predictably, the bodyguards didn’t find anyone.
After someone whispered something in his ear, John's face darkened. He stormed up to Winnie, grabbed her arm, and snarled,
“Enough, Winnie. You think I’m gonna buy that crap?”
“Two years ago, she was jealous and let you do whatever you want, haven’t you learned your lesson yet? You're still covering for her. You can't see her for what she is. I’m so disappointed in you.”
“It’s just like her. She can’t raise a good kid. I shouldn’t have expected a...
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