FIFTY SIX

KAREN

"What were you thinking about going to a party by yourself and leaving at that time?" Derek scolded.

"I am sorry, I didn't expect this would happen. I just felt uncomfortable at the party and decided to leave," I tried to explain.

Devon looked at me and didn't know what to say. He sighed and clutched his injured arm.

"Does it hurt too much?"

He glared at me. "Try to get shot by a bullet; you can tell how much it hurts if you do so."

"Why are you always like this, Devon? Can't you be a bit softer sometimes?"

"Don't think that because I saved you, I have started loving you. In short, I hate you more than before. I am just doing this because of the possibility of you carrying my child."

I was hurt by his words but didn't try to show it. Soon, our car pulled over at the hospital.

"Will the doctors agree to admit you considering it was a gunshot wound?" I asked worriedly.

"My people must have already contacted them beforehand. With my connections, everything must have already been s