CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - DO YOU REALLY WANT TO MARRY ME?

“It’s yellow snake grass they used in the drug. It will paralyze the Vocal cords, but it usually doesn’t last long, and she should be able to talk before long” The doctor replied.

Fredrick nodded, and only then did he let David see the doctor out.

After they had all left, he walked over to the bed and looked at the woman lying on it.

Priscilla was not much quieter, Lying silently under the quilt, motionless, as if she were asleep.

Only the small face of her, still flushed with a thin layer of scarlet, had somehow reviewed her pain and endurance.

Fredrick looked at it after a while. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just turned around and walked away.

A few seconds later, the sound of water clattering came from the bathroom.

Priscilla opened her eyes in a daze and felt a strong, tall shadow looming towards her.

“Let’s go have some cold water for a while, huh?”

She looked at him and nodded.

Fredrick picked her up from the bed with both of his hands and walked towards the bathroom