Chapter 69: Priest

“Who the hell did send thee to me?! I'm not dead yet!” Wilma's voice thundered inside the room. She quickly got out of the bed and threw all the flower wreaths and stepped on each bouquet until all the petals were stripped and all the stands were ruined.

“Why are they like this?! We haven't even confirmed if you're really sick!” David was as furious as his wife.

“Ugh! Someone thought I'm already dead! Hurry and check the news! It must be one of the jobless reporters who makes fake news!

David shook his head and quickly checked the news. But nothing about them was there which made his brows furrowed deeply.

“Did you see something about me?”

“There's nothing”

Wilma looked at the messy room with all the ripped petals and leaves scattered in the floor with papers, wood and ribbons.

“Could it be someone who has a beef with you?”

Wilma stood frozen as she read those written on the ribbons. All the blood rushed up to her face and she growled like a hyena.

“Someone wished for my death!