NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS IN THE POV OF EVELARA'S EX-HUSBAND, CALLUM BROOKSBANE…
IN THE BROOKSBANE PENT HOUSE, IN THE CITY OF VALTHERION...
CALLUM BROOKSBANE
“D-ad, It h-hu-urts…” Alex cried out, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and he looked like he was about to vomit but couldn’t.
And I stood there, helpless and frustrated, scratching my head… Three days, three fuc**ing days and he's been like this. All sickly, feverish, crying and whatnot.
I had a team of specialists rush in for a consult, and after a bunch of back-and-forths, the verdict was… he over ate.
‘Try to get him to move a little.’
‘Better not let him drink any more water.’
‘Gently massage his tummy—clockwise…’ they had said all the things I couldn’t even remember.
“It's all because of the craps y
