Chapter 98 George’s Plea

The next morning…

I don’t know when I fall asleep in Michael’s bed. When the door knocks, I wake up in a daze. I quickly get out of bed and open the door. The maid is standing there and informs me that George is awake.

I am relieved to hear that. Thanking her, I walk into the guest room.

"Vivian…" George smiles as I walk into the room. He tries to sit up but winces in pain.

My heart skips a beat as I rush over to help him, and concern etches on my face.

"Thank God, you are all right," he murmurs, pulling me into his arms.

I say nothing; my mind is blank.

He cups my face and asks, "Did Michael hurt you? Did he do anything to you?"

I open my mouth to respond, but before that, I hear a chuckle. I turn my attention to the source of the voice and notice Michael standing at the threshold, leaning against the door with his arms crossed across his chest.

His casual and arrogant stance contradicts the gravity of the situation. He seems detached as if the events that transpired hold no weight f