Eden’s Point of View

“Are you okay?” I forced out as we left the pediatric ward together, we were able to reunite the children, and now the doctor is attending to Klein’s broken leg.

“Is this you faking your concern for me?” He muttered and I rolled my eyes. “Was I able to prove that I was really worried for the children, or do you still think I am doing all these things to get into your pants?”

I felt myself stiffened, because his accusations were very accurate. I won’t deny ...