His handsome face was tense, appearing especially haggard and gloomy due to a sleepless night.
"Awake now?" came a hoarse and sarcastic voice, "Why not keep pretending to be sick?"
Anna Jadwin forced a smile, so he accused her of pretending?
Having just survived death, she didn't need his cold ridicule!
Her legs felt completely numb.
Her hands gripped her legs tightly, pinching them, but feeling no pain.
She panicked again, were her legs... ruined?
The man's devilish figure stood before her, chilling her panic.
"Wayne Bailey... I'm really sick..." Anna Jadwin trembled and cried out, "I didn't tell you, I have a hereditary family disease, and I won't live long."
Wayne Bailey's heart tightened, but he quickly laughed wickedly.
Squatting down, he grabbed her chin and stared deeply into her eyes: "What kind of disease?"