Layla opened her eyes groggily to notice Agnes sitting by her side on the stool; she was admitted to the hospital. She had lost consciousness due to the excess pain she went through.
"Layla!" Agnes went ahead and hugged her, but with care, considering her entire back was covered in bruises and wounds.
"Wh-Where's Michael?"
"He's alive and currently in his mansion." Agnes pursed her lips, not letting her know the miserable state he was currently in. Layla sighed in relief and tears formed in her eyes. At least he was safe, but soon she felt a pang in her heart. If he was fine and normal, then why hadn't he visited her yet?
Is he that mad at her? Or worse, he doesn't care because he's too satisfied with his wife? She gulped down the lump and cursed herself for the umpteenth time for being delusional. Anyways… what matters now is her kids.
"How're my babies doing?" Layla asked, craning her neck, a look of apprehension marking her chiseled face.
