Chapter 57
- As it turned out, the condition of his foot had gotten worse rather than better by the morning. He could not even move his leg, let alone get out of the bed. After a few failed attempts, he gave up and reached for his phone.
- “Tristan?” Roth’s sleepy voice filled his ears.
- “Yes, Roth, can you please come to my room and help me? I have injured my foot.” He said softly.