Angela was laying on the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin.

The Montero's emergency room, well equipped and expensive.

The room was quiet. 

Montero's family doctor stood at the foot of the bed, reading her blood pressure and pulse, his brow furrowed in concentration. 

He looked up at Antonio, who sat at the far end,his legs crossed and a hand pressed  over his forehead in deep thought.

He has been like that for hours now,the wondered if he was really worried about his bride. 

“Sir..”

He opened his eyes and looked at the doctor,his brows arched.

“What the fuck happened to her?”

The doctor sighed and put her...