“I’m fine. The swelling will subside in two days.” Arielle reached for Vinson’s hand reassuringly at the sight of his mutinous expression.
“You should lay down and get some rest.” Without another word, Vinson carried her to the bed and covered her with a quilt before tidying up the ward.
Just as he was done, another knock came from the door of the ward, to his displeasure.
Who is it at this time?
Walking over and opening the door, he was greeted by a woman in an off-white suit flanked by a dozen men in black suits standing at the door of the ward. All of them regarded him with hostility.
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