Chris’s POV—
I couldn’t sit calmly when Sammy was in what condition God knows and hence I paced the hall at least a thousand time looking again and again up at the closed door of Samantha’s bedroom. ‘Oh God! Please let me see her once! Let her be alright!’
I prayed and prayed and finally after ages of waiting, the door opened and Lucas Dalton walked out with a worried face scratching his chin with his fingers. He walked looking down at his feet and climbed down the stairs. I strode to him and before he could say anything I asked, “How is she? How is my wife?”
Lucas gave me a suspicious look and then shook his head in disappointment. He sighed twice but didn’t utter a word. “Please! Say something!” I
