Rachel
It’d been a week since I injured my leg. Well, I didn’t exactly injure it. Regina did. Not that I thought Regina would shoot me. Even I still couldn’t believe it. I was trying to reason with her, and bang! I was shot. I swore if Aunt Eva didn’t manage to disarm her, Cameron would positively kill her—whether I agreed or not. As for my wound, I was getting better. I was slightly limping, but I was okay.
Cameron, of course, didn’t think so.
He took a leave from the office to take care of me. He only got out when he had a meeting he couldn’t turn down, especially when his father was around. Mom was in town to keep me company. When Cameron told my family about the accident, my mother almost got a heart attack while my father went berserk. Lucas immediately abandoned his meeting to che
