CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

CLARA'S POV

I squinted my eyes open as I looked around in confusion.

It took me a while before I realized what had happened to me but how I got to my room was what I couldn't understand.

“Ma'am Irene??” I called in a hoarse voice.

My throat stung as hell as I got up from the bed.

“You should lie down Clara!!! Don't try to get up.” Ma'am Irene said as she walked into the room with a plate on her hand.

“What's that?? And where is sir???” I asked.

“First, it's soup for your throat and second, forget about Arsenio for now and focus on your recovery.”

“But I am fine ma'am.” I said.

“With a voice like that??? No you aren't…drink up and make sure nothing remains.” She said.

I took the plate from her as I tasted the soup.

“It's bitter.” I said as I scrunch my face in disgust.

“Bevi (drink up).” She said.

I drank up the soup in a single gulp as I shook my head in displeasure.

“You will feel better soon but how's your neck??”

“It hurts a bit.” I said.

“A bit??? With that nasty bruise I see??? I