The driver's door creaked open, and Jack stepped out with a cold expression.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"You were supposed to come back after three days. Why are you here today?" I asked.

Jack questioned me aggressively, "What are you doing at the hospital?"

I frowned, getting colder. "What is with the questioning tone?"

Jack huffed. "What is it? You don't understand? I haven't even had a chance to ask you about what happened when you spent the night at my uncle's house last night."

Being aware that he was already convinced that I must have done something wrong to Lyon, I decided not to inform him....