If Kurt hadn't died, at least her daughter would still have a father. Perhaps things wouldn't have turned out like this.
The doctor dressed Jack's wounds and exited the room. With an inquisitive look, he asked, "Miss, this man has a lot of scars on his body. Who is he?"
Marina gave him a stack of cash. "Don't ask anything you shouldn't. This is your fee."
The doctor's eyes lit up at the sight of so much money. He understood that Marina had to be someone important, and he should just take the money and shut up.
"Understood, miss. His condition is stable. He just needs to rest for a while."
"Thanks."
Marina called Tim over. "Send the doctor back."
She went back to the bedroom.
Jack was topless and lying in bed. She could see his bandaged arms while his torso was covered by a blanket.
The lighting in the basement was bad, so she hadn't gotten a good look before. She finally had a chance to get a good look at Jack.
He almost looked identical to Kurt. Marina couldn't tell the difference between the two despite having known Kurt for many years and being quite familiar with him.
She remembered from their night together that Kurt had a gunshot wound on the left side of his abdomen.
Marina grabbed a corner of the blanket, but Jack gripped her wrist tightly as she was about to pull at the blanket.
She cried out in pain.
Jack had already opened his eyes.
Marina was sure that the man before her wasn't Kurt the moment he opened his eyes. Kurt would never look at her like that.
His gaze was cold and distant. Then, realization struck.
"It's you." Jack's voice was different from Kurt's as well.
Marina was disappointed when she realized he wasn't Kurt.
"You know me? Who are you?
Jack knew about everyone Kurt was close with, as Kurt would tell him everything.
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