Cassie's real father

“Miss Camille—”

Sean chipped in, his arm beneath his chest, “You heard are right? She's not helping him, you should take him else where or find some drugs that can cure him, doesn't he have families?” Sean's gaze pierced into them, one of the women pinched the other for them to leave. They forced a smile slowly turning to leave.

Frederick grabbed a hold of the bed, “Camille,” he called, raising his head up slowly.

Camille fold her fist tightly on her chest, she shut her eyes tightly.

Camille turned over, sitting up straight. Her eyes met Frederick's in a long stare. “Camille, are you fine?” he asked, he moves his wheelchair closer to her.

Camille sneered, “Why do you ask?”

“I watched the news and your name was mentioned. They said you were attacked, and I rushed over to see you. Are you fine? Did they hurt you anywhere?” his voice were filled with concern, his eyes looking at her from head to toe.

Camille scoffed loudly looking sideways, “Even if I were to be hurt I don't need you by