BRENDA'S POV

He redrew his hand and calmly came to the side and then

 

"I'm so hopeless, how could I forget that you are angry at me?"

 

He scolded himself resisting the urge to facepalm his face if not for this carelessness I would have been alright but it was his fault that I was in this condition in the hospital.

 

Indeed I had trained for so much only to be reduced to this his fist clenched and his jaw followed before he finally spoke again.

 

"My mother is dying," there was silence in the room so much so that it could have been cut with a knife and my...