Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 19

Sofia’s POV

But now that I was married, the majority of the new clothes which my mother and her sisters had packed for me were a bunch of small, revealing stuff which I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to wear most of them.

It still feels weird.. adapting to being an adult, that is.

Ryan pulled the door open and I walked out followed by Sarah and Matilda, before Ryan who closed the door himself before coming down the few stairs to stand a few feet away from us.

The car in which I had used in purchasing my phone and activating a black card slowly pulled up beside us and Ethan alighted the car once the car engine got turned off.

“Good morning, Mrs Ricci.” Ethan said to me with a tilt of his head and it was at the edge of my tongue to insist on him calling me by my name but I bit the words back because I knew it was useless, they were hell bent on referring to me formally and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.

“Good morning, Ethan.” I replied with a small pull on the side of my lips. Ethan’s eyes lowered and focused on my left hand wrapped around my right elbow before focusing back on my face almost immediately.

“I am sorry about your arm.” He said and pointed at my arm with a flick of his head and I shook my head dismissively, they were all making it into something it most definitely wasn’t.

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

Jeez.

“Oh no, it’s nothing. Thank you.” I replied to him with a wave of my left hand and winced when a wave of pain washed over me.

He thankfully didn’t mention that wince and instead headed towards the back of the car to tug the door wide open.

I slid into the car carefully and cradled my elbow on my tight and waved to Sarah and Matilda who were huddled beside themselves as they watched all what was happening unfold before their curious eyes.

Ethan closed the door silently just as Ryan slid into the driver’s seat, Ethan was in the passenger’s seat in an instant and the car was getting started in the next moment.

“Put on your seatbelt, ma’am.” Ryan called out without turning around and I bit on my lip and slightly turned around to tug on the seatbelt. It was harder for me to insert the belt hook into it’s house with one hand than I expected and I fought with it for over a minute before my left hand started to grow weak. I was about to give up and release my hold on the seat belt right before Ryan turned around to face me and do the seat belt for me himself.

His fingers mistakenly brushed against my fingers and I grew still until he was done and had tugged his hand away and was turning back around to face the front of the car, before I was able to move my fingers around again.

The car started moving slowly and I quickly cradled my injured arm against myself once again.

The first jolt of the car drew a startled cry out of the depths of my throat and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as the pain lingered for long moments before finally ebbing away. I was sweating and panting when I peeled my eyes open. A glance at my injured arm showed me that it had become way more swollen than It was back at home.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs Ricci.” Ryan called out and I shook my head instantly. “It’s alright.”

The very next moment, the car jolted hard and I cried out again as my injured arm pressed into the side of the door. Tears threatened to slide down my cheeks any moment from now but I shoved the feeling back down and was determined to live this moment out like an adult that I am.

Me bursting out into tears would be a childish behavior.

And with that in mind, I bit my lips and winced and cried out and squeezed my thighs together until we reached the hospital.

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“Mrs Ricci, I am afraid your right arm is sprained badly from the fall you thought was little. It would have been broken assuming you had fallen a little bit harder than you did, which you thankfully didn’t.” The doctor who was a man that looked like he was in his early sixties said to me the moment he made his way into the hospital room I was currently held hostage in.

He had on a doctor’s coat, and a complete suit inside the white coat. A stethoscope hung off his neck and the hair that was graying around the edge of his head as well as a little dusting of grey color in his breads made him appear really alluring.

“Oh.” I echoed slowly as his words sank into my head. I glanced down at my arm which had been prodded and touched and pressed ever since I got to the hospital. Ryan and Ethan had to step outside and give the doctors and I some excuse. A scan got carried out as well as a series of tests, and this doctor— standing a few feet away from my bed with a couple of papers which I felt were the results of my test— was informing me about it.

“I am afraid you’re going to be given a couple of injections today and you’re also going to have to have your arm in a protective sling for a couple of weeks. Jolting the arm around would only end up worsening the sprain and would most assuredly hinder the internal injury from healing up.” The doctor continued and I chewed absentmindedly oh my lower lips as I digested all what he was saying to me.

I have to have my arm in a sling?

For weeks?

Urgh. My life is so unbalanced.

“Can’t I do without the sling? I promise not to move it around as much as possible.” I started to say but the doctor only shook his head before coming to stare pointedly at my injured arm— a piece of limb which was swollen and shiny because of the balm that got massaged into it some time again by one of the nurses— and shook his head again as he reached for my arm and suddenly lifted it up.