Semua Bab His After One Night: Bab 91 - Bab 97

Alessandro“Mr. Valante,” the doctor dragged me out of my deep thoughts.“How is she?”After Carrie asked that soul-crumbling question, she lost consciousness, and we rushed her to the hospital.“We were able to stabilise her condition. But she needs intense care. We’ll be admitting and observing her for many days. While we do that, we’ll run necessary tests and take care of her to the best of our ability.”“Will she be fine?” That was all I wished to know.“I believe the patient will overcome this.” He glanced at the clipboard in his hands. “From the reports we were able to obtain from the patient’s previous hospital, it indicated that the patient was pregnant.”My throat felt heavier. I pinched my neck and asked, “She… She lost the baby, didn’t she?”He sighed. “We suspect an overdose of Diclofenac and Misoprostol. It is possible that they were regularly administered to the patient. If that turns out to be true, we’ll alert the police authorities. The culprit could likely be charged

CarrieONE YEAR LATERA year, that feels like a thousand, has passed.And I have just one conclusion: regaining my memories was a curse. A curse that would have squeezed me into pieces if I didn’t have Alessandro next to me.I am not willing to go into the details of the past year, but I can say I will never forgive my father. And even my mother, for indulging him to the point where he thought parenting equalled obsessive control.That man did not just lock me up, gloat over me and kill my innocent baby; he also destroyed me, destroyed any will I had to live, and tossed me into a bondage I didn’t discover until months later.A week after my amnesia cleared, my fear that I wouldn’t be able to live a normal life vanished. Even though I could still remember flashes of being locked up in that place, I felt okay. Nothing was out of place.That gave me the courage to be with Alessandro, who never hid how eager he was to make me feel good and comfortable. That man loved me so much, I almost

AlessandroWalking into the depths of the dimly-lit bunker triggered some past memories of my days in CDP.I remember that I once swore that I would never stray away from that life.Look at me now.I regret not leaving faster. The normalcy of everyday life, which I used to sneer at, is the very thing I love waking up to, because I have my beautiful wife beside me.However, these two fools are doomed to not even have a taste of that normalcy.With a smirk, I stood before the side-by-side cells Nine Edwards and my grandfather were locked in. The contrast between the cells was satisfying.For my grandfather, his cell was exquisite. He was contained in a fine glass box with a TV that had movies he’ll die watching, a side fridge filled with whatever he desires, a nice single bed, a decent restroom, and so many, many nice things.Unfortunately, he doesn’t get to enjoy it so much. After his recent assassination attempt on Carrie, the tendon in his other foot was cut. Essentially, walking aro