CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Sitting down on a chair, Avery watched her father as he lay with his eyes closed on the hospital bed. He had been like this for four days, and she knew without a doubt that he had gotten worse. He had bled from his nose and fallen unconscious, and since then, he never woke.

She sighed and closed her eyes as a wave of exhaustion hit her. She hadn't slept throughout the night and only took the liberty to take a nap during the days since she had been here. Three months had passed since she last saw Damien and had avoided Rohan ever since.

She couldn't get her old job back and had to rely on her best friend for a lot of things. She had tried reaching out to Damien, but it was futile and even tried to locate any of his henchmen, praying that she might see Layla, though they both never got along.

She felt Damien never wanted to see her and wasn't joking about what he last said to her at the party. She wondered every single day what he was doing. Had he forgotten her? Was he living his best