Chapter6 Jewel Whitmore spent the next week confined to a hospital bed. Her anemia was so severe she could barely stand. For once, Weston Vale and Grayson Sloane stayed by her side every day. They dressed her, tied her shoelaces, even fed her food and water as though she were porcelain. Each day, they simmered restorative bone broths and herbal tonics to build her back up, or delivered glittering jewels from Whitmore Diamond Holdings. They even appeared to champion her honor. arranging for the takedown of her photos across the trending platforms and sending online abusers to jail. Since you've recovered enough, we'll schedule the surgery today." The words struck like thunder. So that was why they had cosseted her for a week, only to fatten her up for harvest. She trembled with fury. "Weston, I refuse! You know Ivy has less than a month left. Even if she gets my liver, she won't see another year. Why force me into this?" His expression didn't flicker. "Even if she only lives one day longer, one second longer, you'll still do it." The resolve in his eyes shattered her heart into ash. She bolted for the door, only to find Grayson waiting in the hall. His face was iron. They ordered her gagged, their faces cold, unmoved. The harsh lights of the operating room burned down on her pale face. She shook uncontrollably, teeth chattering, eyes brimming with tears of regret. If only she had seen their true nature sooner. But it was too late now. She softened her gaze, desperate, searching the faces of the men she had once loved most. Some part of her still prayed for a flicker of mercy. Weston only stroked her hair as though soothing a child. "Jewel, I've asked the doctors. Donating a portion won't harm you much. I'll see to it you get the best medicine in the world, to minimize the damage." Then he rose, ready to hand her fate to Grayson. At that moment, Ivy Sloane was wheeled in. Tears slid down her face the instant she saw them. "Weston, Grayson," she whimpered, "I heard anesthesia leaves residue in the liver. I don't want my new organ tainted. Could you make sure Jewel isn't given any anesthesia?" Her voice trembled like glass, then softened into a plea. "But I'll need extra for myself. You know how afraid I am of pain." Jewel's eyes flared with rage. The cruelty of it was monstrous. But worse, Weston only paused for a second before nodding. "You're right. A drug-free liver is more vital, more effective. Begin." The surgical lamps blazed. And Jewel realized, mercy would never come.