Michael's condition improved, and the doctors decided to discharge him from the hospital. A small smile crept up Layla's lips after hearing the reports from the doctor; Michael would finally be able to live normally. However, once she caught sight of his unreadable expression, she grew a bit anxious. Not to mention, they still haven't got any news of Jenny.
"What are you thinking, Michael?" Layla asked, sitting beside him on the bed. One of her hands went ahead to hold his; their fingers interlocked.
"Sigh…" Michael sighed and began sharing the bad news about how his company was accused of money laundering and more dirty stuff.
"Could it be someone from the inside?" Layla asked, her face approached his in concern.
"It might be," Michael stated, but soon he got distracted, catching sight of her fuller lips, her gentle eyes, and her hair, with a few strands falling over her face.
