My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

Montez's eyes lit up, "Is that true, Yesseca? That's great! Even our blood are the same type!"

Yesseca also smiled and agreed, "Yeah, what a coincidence. My blood type is very special. When I was in the hospital, the nurses said that they couldn't find a blood type like mine. I didn't expect that there would be people with the same blood type as me."

Montez immediately said crisply, "Yesseca, we're a match made in heaven. We're a match made in heaven!"

Yesseca's eyes smiled.

Montez eyed the butler and asked, "Mr. Butler, do you think Yesseca and I are a match made in heaven?"

The butler let out an empty laugh.

It was indeed a great coincidence.

But a match made in heaven...

Why did the phrase sound somehow weird and awkward?

Yesseca then spent some time in Montez's ward and chatted with him. She even peeled an orange for Montez to eat and they laughed and talked throughout the day. They enjoyed each other's company very much.

The more the butler observed their interactions, the more uneasy he felt in his heart.

He felt something wasn't right.

How could there be such a coincidence? Yesseca's blood type was exactly the same as Montez.

And the fact that Montez liked Yesseca a lot.

More importantly, although Montez looked similar to Tremaine, at first glance, he actually bore the resemblance of Yesseca.

Seeing that Montez and Yesseca were having fun, the butler quietly left.

He saw Tremaine outside of the room.

Tremaine had witnessed everything that was going on in the ward and his lips were pressed into a hard line.

"Mr. Tremaine," the butler greeted him respectfully.

He wondered how long had Mr. Tremaine stood looking at the ward.

Tremaine remained silent

The butler waited aside quietly.

After a long time, Tremaine withdrew his gaze.

When he spoke, his voice was low, "Do you

feel

that something's amiss?"

He was asking the butler but in a monotonous tone.

This was how Tremaine spoke.

He rarely spoke in a questioning tone even if he was asking a question.

That was because he was confident and sure of himself.

"Mr. Tremaine, I do feel that something is amiss. I don't believe there's such a great coincidence in the world. Montez and Yesseca shared the same blood type and Montez even liked her a lot. But if you thought about Yesseca's age, then things don't add up."

Tremaine's gaze turned deep.

A moment later, he spoke, "Do a maternity test for both Montez and Yesseca."

The butler was shocked.

Mr. Tremaine indeed had his suspicions about the duo.

"Yes, Mr. Tremaine," the butler said and paused for a moment before continuing, "We should keep this matter from Mr. Montez and Miss Cowell." "That's right."

The butler was about to make arrangements when Tremaine stopped him.

"Wait," Tremaine seemed to think of something, "Don't do the maternity test yet. Find the man you brought to me years ago and I'll ask him myself." "Yes, Mr. Tremaine."

In a neighbourhood in Agaphen City.

Block 18, Unit 3, Building 301.

A man in his fifties was pacing back and forth in his spacious living room. The man was Quinton Lanes. There were two women sitting on the couch. One was a woman in her early fifties and her name was Catherine Alexander, Quinton's wife and the other was a fashionable girl in her early twenties.

"Quinton, can you stop pacing around? You're making me restless!" Catherine complained.

Quinton had been pacing around for almost an hour and his walks were disturbing Catherine who was watching TV.

Quinton glared at Catherine and said, "What do you know?! Something big is going to happen! Something troublesome!"

"What on earth could happen," Catherine said indifferently.

Quinton sighed, "That very same man that found me years ago is now looking for me again. He wants to know who the ovum donor is."

Catherine was alarmed.

It had been so many years since that happened. Why was the man looking for them again?

After a while, her eyes lit up again, "Then let him come look for you. Didn't you say that he was rich? He could give you another sum of money if he came by!"

Quinton said anxiously, "Do you think things are so simple? Back then, I couldn't find the girl according to their conditions, but..." Quinton stopped.

There was no point in saying these things now.

Back then, he had asked Quinton to look for a woman with Rh- Negative blood. Other than his daughter, nobody in Agaphen City had that. He was out of ideas that made him do something wicked back then.

What's more, he didn't know who the girl was yet alone being able to find her.

"It's fine if you can't find her. It's not a big deal," Lavender, who had been silent all this while, spoke.

Lavender Lanes was 22 years old this year. She was the daughter of Quinton and Catherine.

Quinton sighed heavily and said,

"Lavender, do you think that things would be as easy as that? Do you know who he is? He is the Quartely family's master, Mr. Tremaine, have you heard of him? He is the man behind everything. If I can't find the woman for him, I'm going to die!" © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Mr. Tremaine of the Quartely Family!

Lavender's heart skipped a beat.

She became excited in an instant, "Dad, are you talking about Tremaine, that mysterious man? Rumor has it that he's so powerful that he can make his enemies bow to him."

"That's right!"

Lavender's heart was beating fast.

She only had one wish ever since she knew of the world.

Her wish was to marry into a rich family.

Which was how and why she had an abundant knowledge of the rich and powerful.

Unfortunately, marrying into a wealthy family was not that simple. It was not as simple as knowing the charts of hierarchy of the rich and powerful.

For many years, she could hardly breathe the air of the rich and powerful.

But now...

Lavender's breathing became rapid.

She stood up and pointed at herself, "Dad, I'm Rh-Negative. Have you forgotten?"

Quinton was shocked.

Of course, he did not forget that!

But why did his daughter bring that up?

Lavender continued, "Dad, they must be looking for their son's biological mother now. I happened to have that blood type. Why don't you tell them

that it's me?"

Quinton's face turned dark, "Lavender, what are you talking about?"

At that time, the butler found him and instructed him to look for a woman with a rare blood type and told him that they wanted her ovum.

Quinton worked in the black market so he obviously knew what the ovum was for.

It's just that the blood type they wanted was so rare that Quinton wasn't able to find a suitable candidate.

Although Lavender had the same blood type, Quinton would not allow his daughter to donate her own ovum.

After all, it would hurt the body to take out an ovum. Back then, when the butler found him, Quinton didn't know about his work as a butler in the Quartley family. He figured that it was the butler himself who wanted a child.

Quinton didn't want to give his daughter's ovum to a man as old as him.

Also, his daughter would be married in the future. If she donated her ovum and the baby was successfully conceived, then things may not turn out

well for his daughter.

At last, he did a wicked act in order to get the ovum.

It was not until everything was done that he somehow found out about the real identity of his dealer.

It turned out that the butler was just a messenger. The real man behind it turned out to be Tremaine Quartley, the most mysterious and powerful man

in Agaphen City.