Chapter 62

Zeke’s POV

Please, Zeke. Don't.

Kamille's words kept replaying in my head as I left the hospital garden. My emotions roared inside me like a stormy sea but I could not show it.

My demeanor became very cold and aloof wrapping around my heart like an icy grip. Anger coursed through me as I kept thinking of what had just happened. Hurt and pain gnawed at my insides, a deep ache that seemed to consume me from within.

Each step I took felt heavy, weighed down by the burden of my emotions. My jaw shut tightly, teeth grinding together with suppressed frustration. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I fought to contain the turmoil raging within me.

I walked back into the hospital. The nurses scurried past me. My face bore no warmth and my expression was grim till I arrived at Doctor John's office.

As I approached the office, I opened the door to meet him scribbling down something on a patient’s folder. “Rele