Sophia’s POV

I stay with him, sitting across from him on the sofa, watching him closely as he continues to sip on the water. The pain seems to be subsiding slightly, but I can still see the discomfort in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for making you go

Through all this trouble,” he says, breaking the silence, his voice still weak.

I shake my head gently. “Don’t apologize. I’m just glad I’m here to help. You should have called me earlier if you weren’t feeling well.”

He ...