"How are you feeling, Miss Elara?" Antonio asked, his eyes full of pity and sympathy for her as he looked at the woman lying on the bed with a pale face.
His heart trembled, his fists clenching by his side when she didn't answer.
Trained to be a man who had no place for emotions in his heart because of his job from when he turned eighteen, for the first time, Antonio found it hard to control his anger.
The anger for her ex-husband, the anger at her for letting them harm her to that level and more importantly for hiding such important things, the anger at her brother for not ever checking up on his sister, and the anger at her family for leaving their child alone all were piling up in his heart.
After what felt like an eternity, Elara opened her eyes.
"How do you think I am feeling, Antonio?" Elara looked at her bodyguard sheepishly, her slight smile faltering when she took in his expression.
Realization dawned upon her. The doctor probably ran his mouth loose.
