A Billionaire Searched For His Son’s Donor, Never Knowing She Cleaned His Floors

ended, he reached beneath his pillow and pulled out a drawing.

A woman colored in red crayon.

Dark hair.

A giant heart.

“Who’s that?” Isabella asked.

“The blood lady.”

Her breath caught.

“Dad says someone gives me blood so I can stay alive.”

He looked down at the drawing.

“I think she’s a really good person.”

Something twisted painfully inside Isabella’s chest.continue reading …