Twins and Ex-wife

Chapter 1471 Side Story of Jaden, Rachel is dying

Rachel could not tell whether Scarlet was really faint or not, and she was too lazy to judge, but she

knew in her heart that once Scarlet fainted, Sethaden would definitely pity her more, and he might even

teach her a lesson to help his Scarlet take revenge.

Looking at the way Sethaden was holding Scarlet tightly and carefully putting her back on the big bed,

Rachel felt indescribably sad inside.

She didn't like her husband hugging other girls.

But Rachel knew that now was not the time to feel sorry for herself, she cherished her body, she still

wanted to spend a good time with Sethaden, so at this time, she did not want to suffer any more skin

pain.

If Sethaden were to get angry and beat her up, she would be too miserable!

It's better to play the poor guy.

Scarlet can play pity, but she, Rachel, can play pity even more. Moreover, her acting skills are definitely Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

better than Scarlet's.

Without waiting for Sethaden to say anything, Rachel weakly cupped her heart, her eyes containing

tears, her watery almond eyes looking soft.

"Sethaden, I'm sorry, I didn't think that drinking my blood would turn your Scarlet into such a state."

"I really don't know why my blood could be so harmful! Sethaden, kill me! Release my blood and turn

me into a dry corpse to save me from continuing to harm people!"

"I don't want to hurt anyone, I really don't want to hurt anyone, Sethaden, although I am innocent, my

blood is unforgivable, I'll let release my blood now!"

With that, Rachel grabbed the dagger on the table and made a move to slit her wrists again so as to

drain the blood from her body.

Grasping the dagger in her hand, Rachel suddenly felt some indescribable apprehension in her heart.

What if Sethaden did not step in to stop her?

Did she really slit her wrists in a self-abusive manner?

Rachel did not have a particular penchant for self-abuse.

It's better to play dizzy.

Even if Sethaden hated her, he wouldn't drag her out for a whipping, would he?

Thinking so, Rachel continued to hold her heart, and she even bit her lips ruthlessly, and after coughing

hard a few times, a hint of blood red seeped from the corner of her lips.

She leaned back theatrically, looking as if she was about to collapse at any moment, "Just let me die

for my guilt."

After saying this, more blood seeped from the corner of Rachel's lips, and with a violent stumble, she

fell to the ground, motionless.

"Rachel!"

When he saw Rachel suddenly fall to the ground, Sethaden's eyes were mournful and he couldn't care

less about Scarlet who was lying on the bed, he picked her up in his arms and walked quickly towards

his room.

ˮ?? and the army doctor looked at each other. Milan was so angry that he stomped his feet. This

demon girl had seduced the general's soul!

No, he absolutely cannot let this demon girl continue to do harm to the General and Scarlet!

He had to find a way to make this demon girl disappear for good!

"The medic! Get the medic!"

As Scarlet was now unconscious, Sethaden could not allow the military doctor in her room to come

over to treat Rachel first, and once he reached his room, he ordered his men in a cold voice.

Soon, several military doctors rushed over with hurried steps. Feeling the breathless cold inside the

room, the military doctors put down the medicine boxes they were holding and began to treat Rachel

with trepidation.

At the very beginning, Rachel was indeed pretending to faint, but yesterday she cut her leg and had

already lost a lot of blood, and today she let out so much blood for Scarlet, this body of hers could not

bear it, and later, she really fainted.

In fact, passing out feels a lot better than being awake.

For, once she had fallen into a deep sleep, she was prone to dreaming.

In her dreams, her husband, always tender and doting, would carefully hold her in his arms and kiss

her tenderly over and over again, kissing her brow and kissing her eyes.

It was as if, his heart and eyes could only have her.

Every time she fell asleep, she did not want to wake up. She really hoped that the warmth in her

dreams would last forever.

After seeing the military doctor finish taking Rachel's pulse, he hesitated to speak, and Sethaden's

iceberg face was tinged with obvious tension.

"Dr. Sutton, how is she?"

"General, allow me to take Miss Rachel's pulse once more."

The one who took Rachel's pulse was the most senior military doctor, Dr. Sutton, who was now in his

60s.

As bit of time passed, Dr. Sutton's face became more and more gloomy.

Seeing this look on Dr. Sutton's face, Sethaden's face, too, became increasingly gloomy.

When he finally saw Dr. Sutton let go of Rachel's wrist, Sethaden said, "Dr. Sutton, is she alright?"

"Miss Rachel's health is not good."

"Miss Rachel had severely damaged her fundamentals, plus lost too much blood, before she suddenly

fainted."

Sethaden??s face sank deeper and deeper, "How could she have seriously damaged her body!"

How could this woman, most vicious and calculating, so selfish and heartless, allow her body to be

seriously damaged!

"Will she be able to recover her health?!"

When he heard Sethaden's words, Dr. Sutton fell to his knees, "General, I am too uneducated to

restore Miss Rachel's health. I can only prescribe some medicine to let Miss Rachel recuperate well,

otherwise, I am afraid she will not last until early spring next year."

Dr. Sutton looked warily at Sethaden, who was so imposing that he could not breathe. He thought for a

moment, and in the spirit of a doctor's heart, he still had the courage to speak.

"General, in the future, it's better not to let Miss Rachel continue to bleed, with her current body, if she

bleeds half a bowl more, I'm afraid, even the gods can't save her!"

Dr. Sutton had already finished prescribing medicine and left for a long time, but Sethaden was still

immersed in these words, unable to come back to his senses.

He sat on the edge of the bed and held Rachel's hand in a death grip.

He hated her with a passion.

Every time he thought of it, she cruelly stabbed her long, hardened sword into his heart, saying, "If it

weren't for gaining your trust and getting the marching map, why would I have condemned myself to be

disgusted by you!"

"Sethaden, every time you touch me, I have to be sick for many days!"

"You're disgusting!"

His heart had to ache to the point of spasms, and he couldn't skin her and bruise her.

But even though he hated her so much, he still couldn't let her die, and he still couldn't help but feel for

her.

Heart for this woman who killed her with her own hands.

Sethaden was sick of his own indiscretion, he shook off Rachel's hand violently, he tried to put on a

cold-hearted look and got up. As he was just about to leave her room, he heard a faint cry.