Chapter 43

When afternoon came, I got the chance to walk away from Trevor because his secretary calling him on something.

I happily walked him to the exit of the hospital.

"Are you sure you can go home on your own?" Trevor asked, full of worry, his eyes glanced at my left hand where they put the needle of the IV drip and has a small patch now.

"Oh," I hit him lightly on his shoulders and proceeded to the exit door. "Don't worry, I can manage, I'll go home on my own."

I smiled, reassuring him that everything would be fine, but really, at the back of my head, I was planning my guise on how to talk to Damien and told him that he just misdiagnosed me.

"Okay? You can ask our driver to pick you up here."

"No, no, no," I waved my hand and noticed a black car stopped in front of us and a man in black bowed and opened the backseat.

"Don't bother the driver, Trevor, I can go home on my own, I'm an adult now, what do you treat me for? A five-year-old?"

I bit my lip to suppress my laughter behind my i