~{DAMION'S POV}~
Three days later…
I walked inside the hospital building and was directed to Clifford's room when in truth, I wanted to see Arleen.
Nevertheless, on getting to their floor, I caught sight of Arleen pushing someone on a wheelchair.
I came to halt as I looked closely at the person and it turned out to be who I thought it was….Clifford.
I gritted my teeth in anger and my hold tightened around the bouquet of flowers.
"Are you sure you want to go to them?" Collins, who I decided to make my right hand man asked.
"I'm not sure," I sighed.
But the universe had its own plan.
Arleen froze as her eyes locked directly onto me and I could clearly see surprise.
Taking that opportunity, I nonchalantly slipped my free hand into my pocket and marched up to them.
As my eyes locked onto Clifford, I smiled at him and said.
