Godmother

Reina’s POV

Ryan had insisted on me changing my outfit before going for my checkup. He was just beginning to panic too much, and whenever I tried to rebuff, he would bring up the word that Richard wouldn't want me doing that.

Moreover, it was mandatory for me to do so. The press might be snooping around for something, and seeing me sauntering around in a gown covered with blood would surely raise brows.

Daisy's hands gripped mine, she had a smile on her face. My silent sobs had stopped, and now I felt better. Gloomy yes, maybe it might be worse, but for now, just knowing that Richard was out of danger was better.

Ryan had walked away shortly afterward with the excuse that he had to make sure that Darren had tidied up things the way he wanted. I made a mental note to tell Richard all that he had been doing, having a friend just like him was everything.

He had done most of the work, while trying so hard to stay strong. I could bawl my eyes out, but he didn't. He had let everything w