Chapter 247

Cillian's hatred for hospitals remained unchanged just like his expression as he sat in the waiting hall, a day after his chronic fever had spiked. It happened in the middle of the night and with the absence of Bellatrix—the only person who apparently knew how to handle his condition—Albert panicked and immediately sent him in for observation. So here he sat, discharged after insisting he was okay and three whole hours of lecture from the doctor. In front of him, Albert stood, concluding with the doctor who wrote prescriptions, handed out pills and occasionally, looked in his direction to deliver stern warnings. But his words easily went over Cillian's head. Despite his composed expression, Cillian's mind was a mess, replaying Bellatrix's departure. His health—in spite of how serious his condition was—was the last thing on his mind. Only by the sound of his phone ringing, did he snap out of his thoughts. He blinked, then reached for the device. Kane’s name danced across the screen as h