Natalie's POV.
"How are you doing, Natalie?" Michael asked. I looked at him in his brown shirt and trousers and replied, "I am fine. I'm sorry I haven't called you since the last day we met."
"It's alright. I understand that you're married to Franklin, and he's doing his best to prove himself worthy of you," Michael said, and I smiled.
Franklin looked at us angrily from the front of the pharmacy in the hospital where he was collecting my supplements.
"How's your health now?" I asked Michael, and he sighed, "I am fine. Just came to do another test."
"Test for what? Oops! I'm sorry if I'm trespassing," I told him, wondering what could be wrong with him.
"It's alright, Natalie. It's just a malaria test. I've been feeling sick from thinking too much and not taking care of myself. But I h
