Clyver’s POV
‘F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!’ I curse repeatedly while sitting on the cold chair in the hallway of the hospital, waiting for Aimee to come out. She’s inside the room, getting treated.
I did not intend to push her earlier. I was too focused on fighting with Clinton and I did not notice that she was the one who held my wrist.
I brush my palms on my face, afraid that she’ll get serious injuries.
“Calm your sh*t down. She’s going to be fine,” Clinton, who is standing across me, leaning on the wall, languidly said.
I throw a glare at him. I can’t still believe he and Aimee… sh*t! I can’t even say it in my head! Just by thinking about it infuriates me. He is my brother. We both know we do not have a kind of good brother relationship but still! Fooling around behind my back with my ex
