Chapter 184

• Lily POV
• Sure enough, a weak, pained groan slipped from Grace’s lips the next second. Her long lashes trembled like she had clawed her way up from a deep coma. Her brows knit tightly. Her voice was barely a breath. “John… my stomach hurts… it hurts so bad… take me home… please…” She curled up in agony, like she could collapse any second.
• John didn’t answer right away. Those bloodshot eyes gave me a complicated look—anger, annoyance at my “defiance,” and maybe… a hint of awkwardness because he had misjudged me earlier. He softened his tone, filled with patronizing “generosity” and discomfort, and said: