Chapter 19

The pain was so intense that Dexter felt his soul leave his body. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he lay curled up in bed, letting out low groans of agony.

Angela was stunned. She hadn't kicked him that hard. It had just been a light… nudge.

"Angela… Graham!" His voice was terrifyingly cold, like he was ready to kill. "Get… Get a doctor… here. Now!"

A doctor? He couldn't have suffered irreparable damage, could he?

Angela panicked and went to call the doctor as she was told.

The doctor spent some time asking where the injury was.

Dexter roared, "It's my groin!"

Angela stayed by the door, peeking in. Only half of her head was visible.

She overheard the doctor explain that Dexter had almost suffered permanent damage. He should stay in bed and avoid moving for the next few days. The more the doctor spoke, the darker Dexter's expression grew.

"Get in here, Angela!" Dexter commanded coldly, his expression brooding.

Angela cleared her throat and stepped inside cautiously.