#Chapter141

Anaemia

Third person p.o.v.

Louie sat in the corner of the room, softly crying as she had been since yesterday. Her eyes were already puffy and reddened and her frail figure if possible, looked a lot more tinier than she had been two nights ago.

She had deliberately refused to eat anything and it was slowly riling Santiago up.

If she died of hunger in his arms, not only would Soldo have his head, but he would never forgive himself.

"You know... if you had a little something to eat, you might just fall asleep." He tried another tactic in wooing her into feeding.

Santiago had sat on the...