Emma's POV
The next morning, I was in the kitchen when Roland walked up to me.
A smile appeared on my lips as I turned to see him.
“Good morning, Emma.”
“Good morning, Roland. You should be in bed, I don't think you're strong enough to walk around.” My voice, clouded with worries, disappeared into the thin air.
He walked closer to where I was, took out a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped it down his throat before turning to me.
“I'm fit now, you don't have to worry about me.”
A glint of smile beamed on my face, and we exited the kitchen and sat in the living room.
“We talked about something last night, didn't we?” He asked in a hushed tone, and my gaze shifted to him.
“About what?” My brows raised, trying to remember what he's talking about.
“The money,” he shrugg
