Revenge Forged in Prison
Chapter 116: Let Him Meet His End
The sheer force of Gianna’s declaration made Raquel stumble back three steps. She stared in disbelief. “Have you lost your mind? Shouting such things at the Quixalls’ doorstep—aren’t you afraid of shaming the Shermans?”
Gianna kept her head bowed. “I’ll explain everything to Dad later. Today’s actions are mine alone. The Sherman family bears no responsibility.”
The misery in her voice delighted Raquel, who patted her head condescendingly. “There, there. How could I not forgive you after what you said? Come on, get up. You came seeking my help, didn’t you? Don’t be shy. After all our years together, I can read you like a book.”
Gianna rose slowly, forcing herself to ignore the patronizing hand on her head. “You’re right, Raquel. I do need your help.”
She pleaded, “Caleb was in a car accident. He’s hospitalized now and needs help. The hospital’s blood bank doesn’t have any Rh-negative blood. His type is too rare. I heard you have the same blood type as him. Can you help him?”
Her hopeful gaze locked onto Raquel, whose pupils constricted as if hearing something wrong. “What? Cale’s been hit by a car?”
Her anxious demeanor was incredibly genuine, with absolutely no signs of pretense. Gianna’s eyes brightened with fragile hope. “Yes. It happened nearby. I found him while coming to see you and rushed him to the hospital.”
Raquel pressed, “Besides blood loss, are there any other injuries?”
Gianna said despondently, “He’s suffered a severe head injury, so there’s a chance he might end up in a vegetative state in the future.”
Raquel froze. Caleb, a vegetable? Something dark flickered in her eyes. “Then let him die. Jesse needs his heart for surgery. He has to die.”
The venom in those words shattered Gianna’s last illusion. She couldn’t believe her longtime friend was this cruel. “He was your fiancé! How can you be so heartless?”
Tears blurred Gianna’s vision. She recalled an event from five years ago. That day, Raquel had casually mentioned craving mousse cake late at night when all shops were closed. Feeling disappointed, she said casually, “If only you could make it, Cale.”
The next morning, Caleb had hired a pastry chef from a renowned bakery, spending a full month learning the craft. A month later, Raquel, with prominent dark circles under his eyes, brought a mousse cake to Raquel’s desk. “Here, Raquel. Just like you wanted.” His smile had been shy and tender. “I’m slow at this. Sorry for making you wait for a month.”
Had Gianna envied them? Of course. Watching their sweetness had ached like knives twisting in her chest. Yet she’d also been happy for her best friend and the boy she loved. As long as they could find happiness, nothing else mattered.