"Oh my god..Javier..." Jennifer rushed by his side and took his hand into hers. His knuckles were bleeding and the wound turned purple and blue. "We need to give you aid immediately!"
"Leave my hand, Jennifer." His cold tone didn't shove her determination. She held his hand with firmness and didn't let him escape from her clutch either.
But at the same time, his icy cold eyes glittered with dangerous glint. If gazes were the weapon, then she could have died hundreds of times.
"Ask Ellen or someone to bring aid...I will do ba-" Jennifer was interrupted in the middle when Javier intentionally snatched his hand from her grip.
He didn't let her take another look at his wound but then he passed the comment, "You are telling me now that we have lost our child?"
"So late?" Javier can't understand his wife. She had all the measures to contact him or his brother. Did she not feel that this should be communicated back to him at least once?
