The Handsome Devil

Chapter 62 - Bad News

Beep.. Beep.. Beep...

Victoria sat down at her father's side, squeezing his fragile hand gently as if to let him know she's there. Max has excused himself about ten minutes ago, supposedly leaving to find a doctor that would talk to her. But for all she knew, he just didn't want to breathe the same air as her.

And who could blame him?

There was a million questions on her mind. For starters, how did her dad end up here? The last she knew, he was held by Connor at an undisclosed location. Did Max catch a wind of that and rescue him?

For... me?

Although it might be flattering in a sense, she also realized it would mean he knows about her and Connor. Speaking of which, his imagination must be running wild right now. After all, Max didn't really reveal anything before getting rid of the wire, just that he's taking her somewhere.

God, did they listen to us making out? It was unlikely that they wouldn't check the records once they realized she's gone, and the thought turned her cheeks crimson.

Fortunately, there was no time to pursue the chain of thoughts further, everything getting drown out by the single most important question.

Is he gonna be alright?

Never in her life has she seen her father in such vulnerable state. No matter if he was on the verge of fainting from fever when he had the flu, there was the half crooked smile on his lips as he powered through and went to work. Just so they could afford rent that month.

Somehow, even when it all went down with Timmy, he stood firm and strong, providing support to his family the only way he could.

Looking at his feeble and emaciated form now, there was little resembling that man. She did question his weight-loss when they visited, and now he was down another 15 kg.

Was the cancer already there? Did he know? She searched their conversation for any cues, but everything seemed emotional given it was a long overdue reunion.

"Take this" She jumped in surprise as the devil's voice interrupted the hospital's white noise and a paper bag landed on her lap.

"What is it?" Her voice was drowsy, and she wondered whether she's just zoned out or flat out fell asleep. However, the devil didn't reply, choosing to go and stare out of the window instead.

With a shrug of shoulders, the girl's fingers slowly opened the bag trying to make as little noise as possible.

Wtf?

She glanced at the devil as if making sure this is not a prank.

"A wig?" She inquired after a minute, wondering what message he's trying to send her.

'I know that you're fake, Victoria', perhaps? But one would think that was clear by this point.

What else? 'Red is not your colour?'

"Yes. I think Martin would appreciate recognizing his own daughter once he wakes up" He growled back before turning to face her. "I'm sure he can go without meeting Victoria, the Russian slut"

There was a short pause as she checked the bag again. It did closely match her natural hair colour, and it probably was a good idea. However, the degrading tone of his voice couldn't be ignored.