Chapter 689

Mom tugged at my sleeve and whispered softly, "Ari, go check on Elijah. It's so cold outside." I didn't want to, but seeing the look in her eyes, my heart softened. Mom had always been kind and gentle, someone who had been carefully sheltered all her life. Even though she was angry and shocked to see Elijah, she was probably genuinely worried about him wandering around injured in the cold. I hesitated for a moment before turning to Dr. Drake. "Dr. Drake, could I trouble you to stay a little longer to keep an eye on my mom?" Dr. Drake nodded. I hastily threw on a coat and ran out still in my slippers. But when I got to the door, Elijah was already gone. I sighed with relief, but the next second, I couldn't help but worry about him. The cold wind bit through me, making me shiver involuntarily. Suddenly, I remembered Elijah was dressed inadequately for the weather—and the fact that I had slapped him. My hand started trembling. Only then did it hit me—I had actually slapped Elija