"Speak." Varys sat behind his desk as he watched the man fidget in front of him.
Whatever the news was, it wasn't good. His fingers curled into fists. Would he have to kill Hope?
"It's about her past, her ex." The man ended with a gulp.
Varys closed his eyes as the thought of that monster getting to be with his Hope for even a moment. "Go on," he said with a growl.
"I discovered some hidden hospital records. Well, not even hospital. Her doctor. I managed to loosen his lips." He chuckled.
"I don't care what you had to do to get the information. All I care about is the results. Now, stop stringing me along, and talk."
"She's had some serious altercations with that piece of s**t when he's drunk. Broken nose, concussions, fractured orbital bone."
"He hit her?" Varys growled the question
