Evelyn’s POV
“Evelyn, are you certain about this?” Kane asked.
I didn’t miss the slight tone of doubt in his voice. And I certainly couldn’t fault him for it.
“Absolutely,” I said with blind confidence.
As soon as our meeting ended, I rushed down to the medical ward and went straight to Michael’s room.
Upon entering the restricted section, I was both surprised and glad to see that the man was up and moving. Well, moving at a toddler's pace.
Michael’s recovery has been slow and gradual, exactly how I had hoped. Since his body had been laid to rest in a coma-like state for so long, he needed the time to regain the strength in his legs.
I gently knocked on the door, not wanting to unintentionally frighten him. Michael glanced over his shoulder and offered a small smile.
“Hello,
