I was dumbfounded at his vehemence, so I could only agree for the time being. "Okay. Please watch over Wynn and the others for me."
"No problem," Aaron said earnestly, "But you'd better come back and take them home as soon as possible."
I knew he had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He was obviously worried about my safety and was trying to get me to come home sooner. I smiled and nodded even though he could not see me. "Okay, I'll go back immediately after I'm done. I won't delay for even a second."
"Be careful."
"I will." After that, he hung up the phone.
It was gloomy outside, so I couldn't tell what time it was.
I turned on my phone and saw that it was 10:40 a.m.
After some thinking, I realized that I had slept for about a full 24 hours, a whole day and night. I wondered how Hendrix and Evan were doing.
Jordan didn't want me to die, which meant that I meant something to him, giving me an advantage.
From now on, I did not have to bend toward Jordan's every will anymore.
The cruel reality was, people like him didn't know how to love. All he cared about was not losing.
If I died, he would have nothing to compare with Hendrix anymore. That meant that he would always be a loser.
I did not want to die, but I wanted Jordan to think that I was not afraid of doing so. That was the only way to strike fear in his heart.
I had plenty of free time while I was left to recuperate in the hospital. Since Jordan wasn't around, I tried to pinpoint the island's location based on my memory.
Unfortunately, I realized from the map that there were too many islands around me. It was difficult to pinpoint where I was with just my sense of direction.
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