At 2 A.M., Matthew caught a quick shower. He'd already set everything up, so he thought it might be a good time to rest. He gently moved

Erica over, slipped into bed himself, and decided to catch some zzzs.

However, Less than half an hour after he closed his eyes, the sleeping woman slowly opened hers.

In the darkness, she sat up in bed.

"Ouch!" Because of her sudden movement, it aggravated her injury.

Matthew sat up too and looked nervously at the woman. Her face was contorted in pain.

“Rika, what's wrong? You hurt yourself, didn't you?"

When the pain gradually subsided, she shouted, "I'm fine! I'm going to take revenge! Matthew, I'm going to kill Michel!"

Erica had slept for a long time and had been dreaming.

There were quite a few people in her dream, including Michel. He had wrapped a rope around Boswell's neck and told her, "Back off, or I'll kill your kids!"

Then the scene panned over to show all of her kids tied up, and Erica awoke, enraged.

She was panting in anger, her heart beating a mile a minute. Matthew comforted her.

"Rika, it's too Late now. You're hurt, so you couldn't even if you really wanted to. Just get some rest and focus on getting better, okay?"

She suddenly Looked back at the man beside her, confused.

"Matthew?"

"Yeah. It's me." He wanted nothing more than to hold her, but he simply helped her lie back down on the bed. Her ribs were broken, so hugging her would be bad.

After crying for a while, Erica finally calmed down, shook off the anger and fear.

She looked at the man lying next to her pitifully.

“Matthew, I didn't see you when I opened my eyes today. I thought you left me!"

Her distressed Look made his heart ache. He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. Touching her face gently, he said, “That'll never happen, honey. That's not me.”

Erica was his life. There was no way he'd abandon her.

“My back hurts. And it itches. Think it'll leave a scar?" When she reclined on the bed, she needed to lie on her side.

“Don't worry. I got this. Sheffield is working hard preparing some traditional herbs for you. Trust in his skill." He'd love her, scar or no. It didn't matter to him. But if she was really broken up about it, he'd take her to get plastic surgery. They could cover up a scar like that, no problem.

She nodded.

"Where are the kids? Are they okay?"