Chapter 38

Cyrus drove recklessly into the hospital area, his heart racing against his chest as he kept panicking. This couldn't be happening again. That stupid curse!

Fear covered his features as he prayed that nothing would happen to Clarissa. The caller had expressed his pessimism that Clarissa would survive which meant that it was critical at this stage.

He would never forgive himself if she died because of him, especially with the way things are now.

He got to the hospital in a blur and made his way through the entrance heading to the reception to demand the ward that Clarissa was kept in.

But there was a doctor in charge who was coming out of the theatre with blood-stained gloves on hearing the commotion going on.

"Excuse me, are you here for the patient Clarissa." He asked as Cyrus turned to face him.

"Yes, I am. Where is she?" He demanded with panicked eyes, sweat forming on his face.

The doctor shook his head removing his gloves.

"She didn't make it. I'm sorry." He announced in a low to