us as the maid had reported. He scooped her up delicately, like she was ma

ere so quickly," the doctor said

, which explains the swelling. She's also severely dehydrated, and her blood pressure is low. The com

lo asked, his concern for Kr

with some medication and ice the swelling. After that, she'll need physical therapy fo

left. It wasn't that he cared for Kristen; he just didn't want her to die on

sharp pain shot through her leg, forcing her back onto the bed. "That damn leg!" she muttered under her br

to a hospital," she murmured, glancing around for any sign of him. Finding none, she scoffed, "Of course. The monster didn't car

a, but it had been manageable. Then everything changed in the blink of an eye. Don Carlo, the mafia bos

ng down her face. "I don't want to marry that man!" But all he

uthless man who will destroy us if we don't compl

uded his judgment, leaving Kristen feeling utterly alone. "Please, Kris, just do this for me. Do it for our family

maid interjected, breaking Kristen's train of th

om that heartless man!" Kristen yelled,

her with pity, wishing she could ease Kristen's pain. She despised her boss's cruel ways

risten to eat and take her medication. Soon after,

d with his businesses and the casino. Conversely, Kristen felt indifferent; she didn't want to see h

are he show his face after what he did, forcefully marrying her off to a ruthless man as if she were nothing. She didn't want to see him, and deep down, she took satisf

n there!" Mr. Wilson shouted, strugg

cted us not to let anyone in," one o

elled, now furious and attempting to force his way through

r for such selfish reasons? He should have fought for her; she didn't deserve thi

. Their eyes met-his pleading, hers cold and filled with anger. At that moment, he realized there was no trace of the l

The last thing she wanted was to see her father-not now, not ever. She needed him to truly grasp the weight of h