Micah’s voice was low and hoarse. ‘Are you serious?’
Darya smiled. ‘As a heart attack.’
‘But what can you do with the blood? You don’t need it.’
‘I don’t, but a lot of others do.’ Darya shrugged. ‘You know how rare my blood type is. I donated—no, I gave away so much of my blood to that woman over the past three years. I would have been okay with it if she really needed it. After all, you paid me a lot of money.’
Micah tried to explain, ‘Regina is prone to injuries—’
‘Save it. You and I both know she faked those injuries. Need I remind you of what happened the last time you summoned me to the hospital?’
Micah fell silent.
‘I’m sure you remember Doctor Patel.’ Darya thought of the doctor at Hagen General who colluded with Regina to fake her medical reports.
She wond
