It seemed three years of being Sylus’s wife had changed me. I had grown accustomed to the idea of having someone to lean on, even if that person never truly cared.
Julius arrived in my room quickly, his eyes widening in alarm when he saw me drenched in sweat, as if I had just been pulled from the ocean.
Without a word, he moved to call Sylus, but I shook my head weakly, stopping him. "I already called," I whispered.
Understanding washed over Julius’s face.
He did not push further, knowing Sylus would not come. Instead, he offered a simple solution, "I will call a doctor to the house."
But I shook my head again, desperate. "No, Julius. I need to go to the hospital."
With that, he scooped me up and rushed me to the car.
Looking at the road, I felt like they were going to take me to a hospital funded by Fuentez, so I begged him again to go to another hospital.
He hesitated, torn between his concern and my request. "But the other hospital is farther away, and I am afraid you will not make it in time."
"I will hold on. Just take me to the one I mentioned. Please," I pleaded, barely able to keep my eyes open.