CHAPTER 114: My Lost Angel

Miguel's POV

I was certain of it but I didn't know what it was. I knew Nando couldn't possibly be... I couldn't dare think about it.

No, Ava wouldn't do this to me. But what if—

“Mr. Castell,” one of the nurses approached me, “Gracie is waiting.”

Fanculo! I had totally forgotten about her. I jumped to my feet filled with guilt.

“How is she?” I urged.

“She's fine. It's a deep cut but luckily it isn't infected. You can take her home.”

“Thank you,” I muttered and the nurse left. I stood for a minute before slipping out my cell and calling Mason.

“Hey, can you come to the hospital?” I asked the second he answered his cell.

“Alright. I was on my way anyway. I'll be there in ten.”

I hung up, slipping my phone in my pocket. I hurried to Gracie's room, and grabbed her a drink on the way, stopping outside the ward for a moment to stare at her before entering.

“Babbo,” her face transformed into a smile as she saw me.

“Hey,” I met her, sitting next to her, and glanced at her bandaged hand, “Doe