Enna Clark was completely unaware of her surroundings, her stomach and shoulder ached with intermittent pain that made her uneasy even in her unconscious state.
Her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, her lips, devoid of color, quivered slightly.
"Enna, what did you say?"
Although it was just a tiny movement, the man carrying her noticed and stopped.
"Hurts..." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, even in her unconscious state, she deliberately suppressed herself, subconsciously biting her lower lip, trying to swallow the pain.
Shit!
Baron Lawrence's heart ached like a knife was twisting in it. Holding her in his arms, his eagle-like eyes were filled with an approaching storm.
"It hurts so much..."
It hurt so much that she could barely stand it.
Was she going to die?
No, she couldn't let something happen to her.
Her baby, Bobby, was still waiting for her at home...
