Chapter 61: Deathbed Rally? Easy!

Remy Fouldes raised his glass with a helpless smile. "I owe you one." Elise Letherdale looked pleased with herself. "Don't mention it. Nina's my ride-or-die." She tipped her chin, smug. "Besides, I've been hogging your big bed. Think of this as payback." Remy's phone chimed. He glanced down. Donald Lyson. As soon as he picked up, Donald fired off, "Where are you?" "At home," Remy said, thrown for a beat. "What's wrong?" Donald exhaled. "Could you come to Bewell Hospital?" Remy thought a moment,...