For convenience sake, Ian had taken Aria to the nearest room to the dining hall. While he and Ivy entered the room, Oliver stood outside, silently praying for his daughter's good health.
"Aria, I'm going to lift your shirt. Is it fine?" Ian queried gently.
Although he was gentle and careful, a storm was brewing in his heart, one which was on the verge of bursting out. He was furious with Noah for what he had done. He too did not believe Oliver completely when he accused Jonathan Carter of such unimaginable crimes. However, instead of raising fists and arguing about it, everyone could have sat down and thought about it rationally.
But no. Noah had to lose his cool and now, Aria had been hurt in the process.
Aria was in severe pain. It was as though someone was operating on her abdomen without giving her anesthesia. Cold sweat dripped down her back as she clutched her waist loosely. Even though she was in agony, she still managed to nod at Ian and lay down on her back on the bed.
