You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Karl got up from the bed and scanned through the room. The sterile kits and fever patches were on the bedside table.

It seemed that Juanita had taken care of him all night last night and helped him reduce his fever.

To have access to his apartment, it must have been Franklin who called out to Juanita.

He looked down and saw the gunshot wound in the abdomen. She had treated it so well that he did not have to do anything for the time being. He picked up the used gauze from the floor and threw it into the trash bin.

Then, he removed the blood-stained sheets, put them aside and replaced them with new ones.

Since the wound had not yet recovered, after cleaning his room up, there had been a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

After washing up, he opened the door to his room and went to the living room.

Michal had just returned and placed the breakfast she had bought on the table.

There was milk, various kinds of buns, cakes, sandwiches, and everything.

you! There's nothing in the fridge! What do you even eat every

walked out of the room, "Do you really know how old you are? You

saying that, she looked at Juanita with worries, "It's time to find myself a daughter-in-law. Look! What a

low table. "Ah, this is ..." Juanita stepped forward and held up the thermos. Michal grabbed it and opened the lid, “It's a nutritious porridge, and

is full. How come he didn't eat any of it? It smells so

too long." Juanita hurriedly took the thermos back, "I'll go get

you. What

hard look

on to the

he was standing, hurt the most when he was sitting

it hurt? Is it going to be okay?" Michal saw that his face was a little pale and asked

second thought, he had the energy to do what he did

matter. It's much better

replied with an expressionless

a seat opposite Karl, but Michal beat her to