Facade of Love

Chapter 271 His Concern

I had not suffered any serious injuries. I had to thank Idris for not going too far, or else I might have been seriously hurt.

The doctor examined me and found nothing serious, but he said they needed to keep me under observation in the hospital. After all, a bone injury required more care, especially for a woman. It was more expensive to treat and needed to be treated carefully.

I did not have any objections and agreed.

Lying in the hospital bed, I felt exhausted after going hungry and cold for several days at the police station. Then, just as I had come out, I was injured by my ex–husband. I was truly physically and mentally exhausted.

Additionally, the doctor had given me some painkillers, and before long, I fell asleep on the hospital bed.

Perhaps the hospital bed was much more comfortable than the one in the police station, but I slept deeply this time and did not even dream much.

When I woke up, it was already nighttime. The pain in my waist was gone, and my brain, which had been a little groggy, had cleared up quite a bit. The ward was dimly lit, and a figure was sitting not far from me.

I thought it was Uncle Marcus, so I gently shifted my body and said to the figure, “Uncle Marcus?”

He did not respond to me. Instead, he got up and walked toward me. The dim light and the fact that I was lying down made Uncle Marcus‘ figure seem unusually tall.

it and pinched my brow as I said, “Uncle Marcus, I’m

I closed my eyes and rested for a while. Maybe it was because I had

up by the window, I realized that my waist had not fully recovered, but it did not affect my movement. Standing by the window and looking at the

door to the ward opened, and I turned around, but the lights were suddenly turned on. After being in the dark for a long time, the sudden brightness was blinding. I squinted at the door and only saw a man in a black suit. I did not pay much attention because I was hungry, and I instinctively

walked to the side, saying, “Uncle Marcus, you got back so quickly. I thought it would take a while.

a cold, deep male

bite of the hot food, and before I could

violently, and the person

me some

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it, took a sip,

you doing here?” I had been too focused on eating earlier and had not realized that it was Idris and not

feeling better, he finally spoke. “What did the people at the police station do

was just spouting nonsense. Why are you here? Where’s Uncle Marcus?” That was the question I was

some family matters to attend to, so I asked him to