Zara’s POV

I woke up to a gloomy birthday morning in the hospital and I scrunched my nose in annoyance when the smell of chloroform and other septic liquids invaded my nostrils.

“How do you feel, sweetie?” Ingrid asked as she helped me up from the bed.

“I feel much better, Ingrid. How is Ja- I mean Uncle Jax?” I asked.

“He is still in the ICU unit,” she replied while injecting a medicine shot in me. “We were able to eject out all the poison from his ...