James was escorted to another hospital room by Bella and a bodyguard. He sat in silence as the doctors examined his hand, bandaging it and giving him more painkillers.
Bella said nothing. She had watched the whole thing unfold and understood that years of pain had come pouring out of James all at once.
It only made her realize even more how unpredictable he had become after Rafael's death, or maybe he had just stopped giving a fuck about everything.
"What?" James asked as the doctors finished and left the room.
"Nothing." Bella said, looking at him.
"Can I ask you something?"
She nodded.
"Why didn't you kill him on the spot when he slapped my mom?"
Bella was stunned by the question, by the very idea of it.
"I can't hurt your family member, James. And your mother wouldn't have let me, even if I had tried." She said.
"I don't blame you. At least I got to beat the shit out of him."
Bella stepped closer to him, her eyes were full of worry.
