MINISTER CORNET'S POV
I paced from one end of my study to the other as I waited for news from my assistant, Marc and my eyes scanned the door at every little sound. I had sent him to bring news of my wife's health from the hospital where she had been admitted. It was already past three hours and I had not heard from him.
I grabbed my suitcase, determined to find out what had happened to her for myself and just then, I heard a faint knock on the door. It had to be Marc.
I didn't even bother ushering him in. I rushed to the door and flung it open at once.
Marc's dark eyes greeted me as soon as I opened the door and from the sullen look on her face, I knew that she had not made it.
"She's dead," I said.
Marc nodded and shifted away from me as I banged my fist on the wooden table, scatt
