Aria pov
I stared at the weird lady Jaxon had just called Arya could be. He stood up immediately like he was being chased around towards her as he flung her out of the hospital room.
I badly wanted to follow them and find out who exactly she was, but I decided to be patient and watch. At least he will come back inside, and then I can question him to my satisfaction. But as I sat there waiting for them to return to the room, I became too curious.
Then, I still tried my best to stand up; That was how curious I was. I slowly leaped towards the door and cracked it open, hiding in between it as I picked up and listened to their conversation. She seemed happy, but he was really angry.
She seemed nice; after all, she had a bouquet of flowers in her hands for me.
"I would not ask you again. Why exactly are you here, Arya," he muttered to the lady. She began to chuckle as she pulled her hand from his before folding it, staring directly into his eyes.
