Chapter 108 His Right Hand Might Never Be the Same

Mom's face went white. "Have... have the Youngs been told? What about Madam Young?" Maxwell shook his head, his voice low. "Idris told me not to tell anyone. He said he'd handle it. But something like this... it's not going to stay hidden for long." He finished speaking and gave me a look, his sigh soft and full of concern. "You've had your say, now you need to rest up and get better. As for having kids, there's plenty of time for that later." I did not say a word and just stayed quiet. All I could think about was Idris's hand, covered in blood. Was it permanently damaged? Without even realizing it, my grip on the sheets tightened, and a sharp pain throbbed in my chest. Had I really let all my anger out? I was not sure. All I knew was that my chest still hurt. Maybe it was the medication, but I did not last long before sleep pulled me back under. The next time I opened my eyes, the room was dim. Evening had settled in. I jolted awake to find Maxwell at my bedside. He straight