CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CATHERINE'S POV

I rolled on the bed aimlessly, as tears blurred my vision, I couldn't believe I was dead and I died without seeing my children.

“Ethan, is there a way to come back to the land of the living? I need to see my children," I said, crying, and suddenly everywhere fell silent.

Burke and the doctor he was talking to turned to look at me with amusement in their eyes, and they all burst into laughter simultaneously, making me wonder what was wrong.

“Can they see me," I asked myself, looking at Ethan, at Burke, and the male Doctor that stood beside Burke.

“Can you see me?" I asked Burke, who almost burst into laughter again.

“Yes, I can, dummy, you are alive," he said with relief in his voice; Burke must have been thinking that I was going to die.

“That means Ethan is alive," I asked. I looked at Ethan, who appeared to be very healthy. Without any trace of sickness, I wondered who removed his drip.

“That's not Ethan Cat, that's my uncle Josepha