"Jace!" She was finally able to cry, hurrying to her husband like a child who was about to weep for a chocolate. "Y-you see what this thing is doing? She's insulting me." I kept my simper, and badly tried to refrain from the itch to burst into laughter. She was actually crying like my Liam. That was a really weird thing from a grown up lady like her. I guessed it was one thing about rich people. They always pretended to be some strong guys, but they were truly fragile.  Her husband, Jace, didn't say anything but stare at her, looking so concerned for some reason. I was surprised by that because I expected him to yell back at me. His actions were so shocking. I thought all affluent and cute guys were cold all the time. Wow.  She screwed up her face at him and hit against his arm, which clearly made him jerk out of his thoughts. I wondered what he was thinking.  The doctor turned to me,

I gulped in, my chest vibrating from my hard heart beats, and my fingers turning cold as a result of my shivering state. Couldn't I seriously be my normal self? It literally wasn't the first time I'd have doubt about a particular thing. Why was I even so nervous? "Hello Mr Ford." I was finally able to say something. "How are you doing sir?" "Oh hi there." He greeted in his usual serious tone. "I'm doing very great. And you?" "Oh me? I--I'm doing fine." I lied, stuttering like I was being threatened to not speak.  "Alright then." He was quiet for a while, and that somewhat annoyed me. I could sense that he was doing something else over the phone. Did he think I was in for such shit? "So why did you call me now? What's up?" I broke the silence, being so impatient.  He still remained silent, exacerbating my confused and quaking sel