First Lady Wynette Texas 4

One night in Washington D.C, the capital of the USA.

The executive corridor on the 20th floor of the Imperial Dynasty Hotel was still boisterous.

This was the best spot to overlook the night view of Washington D.C...

Linda Marley was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The urban neon lights outside were glamorous, but she was in no mood to appreciate them. What the doctor told her in the afternoon was still ringing clear in her ears.

"Miss Marley, we've reviewed the medical report and confirmed that your blood type is the rare Kidd!"

"The scientists haven't done enough research on this blood type. As far as we know, men with this blood type are stronger than ordinary men and boast outstanding hematopoietic function."

"Although women with this blood type are easy to conceive, the percentage of hemolytic reaction after pregnancy is 100%, which will result in miscarriage."

"To avoid the hemolytic reaction, you could only marry a man with the same blood type! But according to the data from the blood bank in the USA, there are only a few cases, so the chance is slim!"

All desperate, Linda had to drown her sorrow in beer.

That was so sad, but she didn't commit any sin.

Her mother, Lisa Marley, had common O-type blood. Could she inherit it from her dad who died in a car accident when she was two years old... cough!

The beer was rich in foam. When she gulped it down, the foam surged and choked Linda. Out of reflex, she swung the bottle.

A parabolic spurt of the foam came out and spilled on a passerby...

Linda was struck dumb because the man was spilled from the right shoulder to the left foot.

"I'm so sorry!" She quickly took out a piece of tissue to help him wipe it off.

"No." The man rejected.

Along with his concise word, a gush of cool scent assaulted her nostrils. Linda then noticed a bandage that wrapped around his wrist.

"S... sorry, sir, I didn't do it on purpose." Linda stepped aside and apologized again.

Still expressionless, the man glanced at her face with distant and indifferent eyes.

"It's okay." Following his simple reply, he turned away.