Chapter 118

Playing Chess

Riya’s point of view

"How dare Rachit talk crap about you? Where are you driving me? I'll just show him what I mean."

I was finding it very challenging to take Harsh to the hospital.

I would not have brought Harsh to this party if I had known that he would respond to Rachit's remarks in this manner.

"Enough is enough; you are now silently accompanying me to the hospital, and I will not put up with any more of your nonsense." I glared sternly at Harsh.

He had just left the hospital a few days prior, and in this circumstance, seeing the injuries on his hand, I was concerned about him.

He was gushing blood from his hand. As a result, his body was already running low on blood, and he didn't need to waste any more of it by spitting it out in fury.

After all, whatever is taking place, I did everything to save his life, so how will it work if he continues to endanger his life in this manner?

"Riya, why are you crying now?"