Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

217. I stumble

I stumble out of the police station with a wad of tissues in my hand and another pressed to my nose as blood keeps spilling down my skull. I was instructed to put my head down so the blood flow won't choke me from trickling down my throat, so that’s exactly what I do. The officers release me, and rather than look for Gerald and the company I find another exit and get out of the police station. I’m not ready to face them yet, especially not with a nosebleed that seems to have come out of nowhere.

Or maybe not nowhere. I’ve heard that people could get nosebleeds from stress, and God knows how much stress I’ve been under for the last few days. I should be grateful that I did not collapse because of it.

But as soon as I step out into the crisp afternoon air, I feel dizzy. The smell of my own blood reminds me of the night before, and I’m so tired of the thick, red liquid. I feel like I’ve seen too much of it in my life. First, my mother, hit by a car and bleeding out in the street, and now