c H A P T E R 18:

"Are you okay?" Señorito Marckian asked.

We are already in the car. We were going to the hospital to visit Señorito Mour who had just woken up.

Nervous.

That’s the only thing I feel at these times.

I didn’t know what to do when I saw it myself.

"Don't worry. Kuya's not mad. If that's what you're worried about." I will not be able to answer it.

Shaking hands I opened the door.

The sleeping eldest son of the de LaVien family exposed himself to us.

deep sleep and slightly pale.

I walked closer to it and stopped by its side and...