An hour later, I was sitting on the sofa in the living room when I heard the footsteps of Ian and the doctor that they called to come over to check Fabio's condition.
I wanted to rush to them and ask how he was, but I held back and chose not to. I remained sitting and not moving. I just watched Ian seeking the doctor outside.
When Ian went in again, he looked my way, and he walked to where I was sitting.
“The doctor had removed the knife and cleaned his wound. Good thing that the stab you made was just shallow and not too deep, it did not cut or affect any of his internal veins,” he told me.
I only raised my brow and was not looking at him.
Anyway, it was a good thing Ricardo once again went on an out-of-town trip for a few days. He was not here now and he didn't have an idea of what
