133.

As I glared at the mirror, I found out how much damage I had inflicted on my opponent. He must look much worse than I am. My left eye was nearly closed with reddish rims around its soft skin. There was a bruise here and there down to my neck line.

I don’t feel pain. I can’t even remember what happened. I must have blacked out from blind rage. After all, what I saw was red. How am I to appear in front of my parents looking like I’ve just been run down by a bus?

Someone stood beside me. “Where is she?”

“Being rushed to the hospital. Are you sure you don’t need anything boss?” He asked in a neutral tone but I know he was just as worried as I was.

I glanced at my reflection again. Until I hear she has regained consciousness and the baby is safe, I’ll attend to myself. “Any bad news?” he knows what I am talking about. I don’t need to mention her name for him to know that I was talking about her.

His reply was curt. “She is fine,”

“Make sure he doesn’t have his phone on him or leave the hos