Chapter 120 Jordan At The Hospital

• "Help," my scream echoed in the room, hammering loudly and hitting hard against the walls until the night shook. Something grabbed my chest, gripping my heart and squeezing it tightly, making it hard for me to breathe. But I remained strong and pushed myself towards Jordan, who was limp on the floor as if he were dead. I knelt down beside him, pulled him to my leg, and placed his head on my chest, feeling tears burn the back of my eyes.
• "Jordan, Jordan," I cried, not knowing what had happened or why he had fallen down like that. All I knew was that I was scared, finding it very hard to breathe, and everything felt like a joke, a sick joke to me. Panic slowly overwhelmed me, and tears ran down my cheeks uncontrollably, filling me with fear, fear of losing out, of losing him.
• "Help..." I screamed again. The back of my throat became itchy and had a salty taste, but I needed someone to hear me. Fortunately, someone did because Margaret and a guard rushed into the house at that instant.