Chapter 88

Marco had barely stepped through the door to Grace’s hospital room when the scene before him made his breath hitch.

Grace was sat upright in the hospital bed while her expression was twisted in frustration. Her body was trembling as her hands clawed at the bandages wrapped tightly around her torso. Her movements were erratic and reckless, driven by pain. Her breath came in uneven gasps and her was turning skin pale, yet there was no hesitation in the way she

ripped

at the bandages, as if the very act of being patched back together was an insult.

The medical staff around her scrambled to stop her.

“Miss Blackwood, stop—”

“You need to keep those on—!”

A nurse reached for her wrists, trying to restrain her, but Grace tore her arm free. The doctor stood nearby, calling for assistance in an urgent but steady tone. But none of them could get through to her.

“Get off me!” she snarled as her voice cracked from the sheer force of her emotion. H