Chapter 93 The Guilt

Hudson’s POV
As I watched Angela run off, something in me snapped, telling me to go after her. I hated seeing her the way I did. Maybe I should have just stayed in prison; it would be better than coming out to hurt others. The look in her eyes when she said she hated me haunted my mind, and it took the love of God for me to reach the hospital safely. I was truly going to donate my bone marrow; I just wanted her to tell me the truth, but I bet I went too far.
“Doctor Andrew?” I called to the door where he was speaking with a nurse at the reception. He looked at me.