The man then turned to address Stone by handing him a piece of paper "This is the number of somebody you need to call."

Stone shook his head "I am not leaving her."

Mr Lewis argued, "You need to call the number."

I sent Stone a small encouraging nod "Go."

His jaw ticked and he still looked unwilling to move.

After thirty seconds of what appeared like telepathically communicating with Mr Lewis, Stone nodded before standing up and walking to the door.

Before he left, the large man turned around and met my eye "I am outside. I am not going anywhere."

Mr Lewis took the now empty seat by my bedside and put his briefcase on his lap as Stone left the room.

The man was close enough that I could see his friendly features and his grey moustache contrasting his dark skin perfectly. I could see how similar he was to Brennan, only older.

He smiled sympathy "How are you feeling?"

My lip moved up and I let out a strained laugh "Like I have been in a car accident."

Understanding that I was just trying to make light of the situation, he let out a small chuckle before opening the briefcase "Ella, if you are not up for this then please say so."

"I am fine, Mr Lewis."

He waved me off "Please. Call me Baron. You are family."

"You are worse than your wife." I pointed out while giggling.

Then my laughing ceased when I suddenly reminded myself that he was not family. I was not planning to be close to his family or the guy outside my room and there was no humour in that.

Mr Lewis took out a couple of pieces of paper and read from the page "Drizella Anastasia Miller."

"My father is not getting into heaven or whatever place the good souls go to." I deadpanned "What kind of decent human being would allow their child to be named Drizella Anastasia?"

"I think your name is lovely." The man argued before skim-reading over the first document in his pile "As you are probably aware, your father when he passed away did not have a dollar to his name."

Rubbing my hands over my face, I sat forward more "I guessed that."

"His account was declared bankrupt two months ago after paying your monthly rent fee."

"That can’t be right." I inputted with a frown "I received a letter last month conforming that everything had been paid."

The expression on Mr Lewis' face turned sheepish.

He replied wearily while looking down at his documents "The expenses were paid from another account. Also, all future expenses of your apartment are to be charged from the same account."

"Can I see the sheet?" I questioned, curious to see if he was mistaken.