Chapter ５０

Donna Davis’s Pov

I forced my saliva back down my throat, avoided giving in to the allure of food, and turned aside.

I am so hungry that I am on the verge of losing my mind.

I have been supplied with pure water throughout the day, but I have not been given any nourishment.

I collapsed into the bed without making a sound.

I open my eyes, and they are brimming with weakness, and the whole environment is in a trance.

I thought desperately, will I die?

Sean Matthews reportedly promised that he wouldn't let me pass away. Is that true? I have my doubts about it.

I can't die. I have children to take care of. How am I supposed to give up on them?

Because I was hungry, I was sluggish to reply, and even when I realized someone had entered the room, I did not answer at all.

Sean Matthews knelt at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes penetrating and piercing as he observed the dying man across from him.

I don't care to shut my eyes. Is there anything that could possibly go wrong next?