CHAPTER 80

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“What do you mean the bastard escaped?” My voice echoed off the walls of Benjamin’s office. My body simmered.

“Calm down and sit. My boys are already tracking him down.” Benjamin clasped his hands before him, swaying his chair.

That man was a thorn in my flesh. But I was still relieved that he was strong enough to run. After rushing him to the hospital that day, the doctor had said he was already high on substances, which made it easier for him to slip into that state. I was also struggling with the side effects of my medication, leaving him too disoriented to notice the faint traces of his breath or pulse.

“How are you feeling?” Benjamin questioned, his gaze softening.

I arched my brows at such a question. I dropped into the sofa. “How do you think I am feeling? That bastard escaped.” I pinched my nasal bridge. “Now, we have to wait.”

Benjamin cut me off. “I’m talking about Sophie. Are you really going to let her go?”

My chest tightened, and a bigger knot formed in my stoma