As Zyra, Victor, and Rafi stepped into the house, Hazel sat on a sofa and placed her luggage beside her; she had been waiting for them.
"Good evening, sir. Good evening, ma'am. Oh my God, sir, you're hurt, I'll get you hot water". She spoke with terror on her face.
Hazel had only noticed them come in when she heard Joey's voice. She sprang to her feet, seeing her brother in such condition, and she ran over to them.
"Oh my God, brother, you're hurt, what happened?". She had a worried look on her face as they helped Victor to a couch.
"Hazel don't worry. I'll be fine, I'm ok". He spoke in a low voice, still holding onto his rib, where he felt pain the most. The guards had pushed and matched him hard there.
Joey ran out with water first for all of them to drink and Rafi took it from her for her to get the hot water.
Victor gulped the water at a go. It was then he noticed Hazel's luggage.
"Hazel are you going somewhere?". He asked with his brows knitted.
