Daniel: [Amelia, I told you to stop sending me this disgusting nonsense! If you want to die so badly, then just die already!]
I stared at his cold, heartless text. My world turned to ash.
By the time the delivery guy came back and chased the killer away, it was already too late for me. He rushed me to the hospital, to the very place where Daniel worked. The medical team was horrified at the sight of my butchered body. My pulse was faint, barely there, but still fighting. Dr. Harris, one of the senior doctors, glanced at my injuries and barked an order to the nurses.
"The injuries are too severe. I’m not confident I can save her. Find Dr. Carter immediately!"
That name—Daniel—ripped my soul from my body, pulling me into the corridors of the hospital, straight to where he was. The nurses and doctors were frantically searching for him. But he was too busy—too busy doting on Sophia.
"Sophia, don’t worry," Daniel soothed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I’ve used the best medicine. There won’t be any scars, I promise."