CHAPTER EIGHTY

Leslie's pov

*Travels*

"Please, I'm looking for a nurse here. Very pale she looks about 50 years of age or thereabout." I asked the receptionist for the hundredth time as my whole body ached from the pain that was spreading all over my body.

If it were physical pain, I would have gladly accepted it but no, these pains that were spreading all over my heart were internal pains that even the best medics couldn't take care of.

"Ma'am, I don't think anyone here would want to see you. If anything, you look like someone that just escaped from a psychiatric home." The receptionist chided giving me an irritated and annoying look.

The look in her eyes was almost similar to that of Lachlan. The one he had held for 3 years whenever he set eyes on me. It made me wonder if that's how the entire world saw me as.

Perhaps I was just a jinx that wasn't supposed to be born in the first place.

"Is that you, Mrs Mallory?" A voice halted as I almost gave up my search of the kind old nurse who was in every