When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Suddenly, I remembered how Armond smirked before I fainted. As uneasiness rose in my heart, I asked, “Did the doctor examine me? Is anything wrong with me?”

“Oh, you’re nervous now? Did you finally realize you’re still in your confinement period?” John shot me a glare before assuring me. “Don’t worry. The doctor said you’re fine, but you need to rest in bed for now. Otherwise, your health might be affected.”

I relaxed visibly at his answer but insisted, “Why don’t I get a thorough checkup, which includes blood and urine test? Let’s run every test available just to be safe.”

Sensing my unusual reaction, John grabbed my hands and demanded sternly, “What is going on?”

“Armond was the one who kidnapped my son. Before I fainted, they injected something into my thigh. I had no idea what it was,” I revealed.

John froze for several moments before gasping in horror.

It was more distressing to watch his reaction. I would rather be tortured instead.

“Don’t worry. It might be nothing.” I wanted to comfort him, but my voice was tiny for I wasn’t sure about it.

walked out of

He was truly mad.

the hospital were summoned. They took turns to

stood beside me the entire time, but he

The minor tests showed I was fine, but the results from the other tests would only be released two days later. The doctors

slept too much during the day, so I couldn’t fall

from my bed to take a

more bodyguards guarding my door compared to the

heavily guarded room a few doors away from

a lot, so he decided to keep watch

a proud man, but he put his

could imagine

of me

 I made up my mind