Chapter 90

The doctor was about to say something, but a warm yet anxious voice came from the other end of the corridor. "Asher!" Zachary hurried over. He looked at the doctor first, then at Asher's bloody fist, and he frowned immediately. "What happened to your hand? Where's Jules? How is she?" The doctor continued, "The patient is fine. She has a mild concussion and needs to rest for a few days." Asher was about to speak when his phone vibrated, and a message popped up on the screen. It was from Evangeline. It was a photo of her lying in a hospital bed, attached to a drip. Her arm looked pale, and the point where the needle was inserted appeared swollen. The message read, "Ash, my wound hurts so much that I can't sleep. Can you come and see me?" Zachary happened to catch sight of the message. His gaze lingered on it for a second, and his eyes darkened behind the glasses he wore. He sighed and patted Asher on the shoulder, sounding sincerely concerned for him. "Asher, you'd better go a