Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 0058

When I got to Grace’s ward, her face was ghostly pale and her lips wer

dry and she was still asleep just as I had left her! I asked a nurse who came in to note down her temperature and condition.

“Did she ask after me when I was away?” I asked, hoping for an assuring response but she only confirmed my suspicions. She shook her head, “No, she has been asleep since you left.”

With my throat closed tight in panic, I went in search of the doctor. I found him stepping out of another ward. I ran to him, “Why is she still asleep? I was gone for quite a while!” I left the formalities and went straight to the main reason why I was before him.

He arched a brow, “The patient in room seven?” I nodded, then he smiled calmly, “Don’t worry she’d be fine.”

I relaxed a bit. The doctor’s smile was reassuring. But when I sat by Grace, listening to her infrequent ragged breathing. I couldn’t help but worry. Was she really going to be fine? The bastards really did a number on her. I gritted my teeth and my fists clenched. It was all their fault!

For the umpteenth time, I abruptly sat up and rubbed my eyes. I checked the time and it was already midnight. I looked down at Grace and she was still deep asleep. How was this even possible? How could someone still alive sleep for so long?

My stomach grumbled and my eyes traveled to the dinner I ordered yesterday night. More than half of it was still there lying on the stool. I was hungry but I couldn’t even take two spoons of my meal without worrying about her.

I felt a teeny weeny twitch in my palm and I looked down to see Grace’s fingers moving. My eyes snapped up to hers and her gaze met mine. A small smile adorned her face and I felt her feebly squeeze my hand.

My heart lurched with joy, “Hey…”

“Hey,” she murmured back and then slowly, her lids dropped until her breathing became even again.

I feel more relieved now. Atleast, she was now awake and the bruises on her face didn’t have that almost blue tint again.

My hand clutching her own hand tightened and I whispered, “I will make them pay, Grace.”

I didn’t sleep again until the hospital curtains were gleaming with the first rays of the day’s sunlight. I gently untangled my palm from hers and got on my feet. I stifled my groan as I stretched languidly. I felt stiff and my body ached. Since the meeting with that imposter Bran, I hadn’t even been able to rest.

My gaze lingered–on Grace’s sleeping form. This morning, she looked more alive, her face wasn’t so pale anymore. I palmed her cheeks and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be back,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.