Chapter 27

• How’s she?’ A middleaged man asked no one in particular as he rushed into the hospital reception, he had a pot belly which clearly showed it round signs from the neatly ironed shirt. He turned to Lovina who was sitting in the reception sofa with the driver, three uniformed policemen were seen standing beside them.
• ‘How’s your sister?’ The man asked again.
• ‘Loveth is fine’ Lovina answered, folding her arms as she stood up with tears formed in her eyes. ‘The doctor said she didn’t lose much blood because we brought her in early, they just have to take out the bullet’