Chapter 0080

Ximena/Angela’s POV

I couldn’t breathe; I was suffocating under the weight of my helplessness. The doctor said Tristan didn’t need to be admitted until we found a matching donor since his condition wasn’t critical yet, but he was put on medication.

“We have to see Hudson, one way or another,” I told Nevaeh, who sat brooding beside me in the living room. She had just been denied access to her father today as well. Something wasn’t right, and we needed help, but how?

“The most infuriating part is that plump, red-haired old hag!” Nevaeh snapped, startling me. “I felt like ripping off her stupid head and strangling her! She looked so ridiculous in that uniform,” she ranted, clearly frustrated.

“You need to calm down, okay? We need a solid plan to see Hudson. He is the only one who can explain exactly what happened to Camila,” I said, trying to steady my voice.

“But how?” Nevaeh turned toward me. “How do we see him without the officers’ permis