CHAPTER EIGHT
~DAPHNE~
My brows knitted anxiously at that statement. Dylan needs emergency surgery?
"What happened to him?" I got up from my bed, pacing up and down the room. I could see Kennedy glance at me with a look of confusion on her face.
"Yes! Dylan's breathing isn't stable anymore. Some tests were run and he needs to have surgery to get rid of the fluid in his lungs!"
"Fluid? What-"
"Stop asking too many questions and go make some money. If anything happens to Dylan, then his blood is on your head!"
And with that, the line went dead. I threw my phone on the bed, panic filling my whole body as I bit my lips anxiously. I would have to go online and make some money but with Kennedy in the room, that is close to impossible. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, wonder
