Chapter 87
- Aidan
- ''Mr. Ashton, what's wrong?'' He asks, worriedly.
- I blink a few times to get a clearer vision before taking a seat, ''Nothing. Nothing's wrong, Flynn. Can you please handle these cheques for me? I don't think I can make it through without collapsing.'' I reply and he nods, grabbing the cheques from me as he makes his way towards the counter while I close my eyes, trying to relieve the pain.