Chapter Fifty Eight

Macy looked at her cell phone lying on the coffee table. Since then, she kept glancing at her cellphone while occasionally continuing to read the book in her hand. And sometimes her attention turns towards the door. Her concentration was so broken because she had been doing it for almost two hours.

And it was already ten o'clock at night.

She took a deep breath. She took off her glasses and massaged the bridge of her nose. Maybe she should rest soon. She still felt her body felt weak. Even though while in the hospital, she did not do much activity. But the doctor said it was normal. Prior to the beating, she was so busy that she neglected her supposed break.