"Vic… Calm down—calm down, okay?" James shook her by the shoulders; she seemed to have lost herself in a trance, traumatized to believe the harsh reality regarding her father. She snapped back to reality; instantly, tears clouded her eyes, and she passed out in James's arms.
"Victoria!" James shouted her name; cradling her body in bridal style, he made her lie on the bed. Calling a doctor, it turned out that excessive stress had caused her body to go weak.
James sighed at her dismay; her parted lips were taking shallow breaths, and her skin looked pale. She hadn't eaten well since she got to know the truth. She had even been delusional, thinking Michael was planning to kill Derrek, when in reality, he just wanted to uncover his true nature.
"It must have been hard for him," Michael mumbled, and James glanced up to meet his gaze. He was sitting by her side, holding her hands while praying that everything would get well.
"I know."
