I gasped. Zidane?
Hans raised his phone. “I even recorded my conversation with Bryan just now.”
“You don’t have much time; Bryan will definitely be looking for you. Hang in there for the remainder of the time, and then Mr. Zidane will come to pick you up in triumph.”
After leaving there, Bryan found me right away. In the car, he patted my head gently, like he would a puppy.
“Good girl, Livia won. Now you’re entitled to intensive hospital care. This time I won’t bother you as long as you obey.”
I wanted to attack him, but knew it was better to stay quiet this time.
My stomach suddenly started hurting again. When I looked down, I saw blood seeping through my hospital gown.
“Bryan, take me to the hospital right now!”
“What, your stomach’s hurting again?” he said, glancing at me. “Okay, we’ll go to the hospital right away. But I’ll pick up Livia first. She just celebrated her victory with her friends.”
My stomach was twisting even more. “Bryan, please, just this once,” I said, trembling.
But Bryan ignored me. Instead, he answered a call from Livia.
I gave up. No matter how much I begged, it wouldn’t work.
Our car stopped at a mall. Livia emerged from there.