Ahead, Karina reached Jackâs hospital room.
Pushing the door open, she discovered Jack reclined on the bed, absorbed in his phone.
His agent sat nearby, immersed in a game.
Upon catching sight of her, Jackâs eyes sparkled, and he eagerly set his phone aside.
âKarina, youâre here!â
The agent promptly rose, extending a warm welcome to her.
Karina quickly responded and made her way to Jack, assessing his condition with a careful eye.
âHow are you feeling now? Where are you hurt?â she inquired.
âMy hands, my legs, my butt.
Every part of my body hurts,â Jack replied, a hint of whining in his voice.
Karinaâs brow furrowed with concern.
âDid you get an X-ray? Where is it? Let me have a look.
â
Then she rummaged through the drawer and found the X-ray report.
Jackâs eyes sparkled with guilt.
His injuries were minor, just some bruises.
But the opportunity to see Karina again after so long prompted him to exaggerate his injuries through his agent.
He just needed an excuse to see her.
Before Jack could say anything more, the door swung open once again, revealing Barlowâs imposing figure as he entered the room.
Jack was momentarily taken aback at the manâs handsome face.
He exclaimed, âMr.
Tucker!â
Barlow raised an eyebrow, his movements deliberate as he approached.
âHello, Iâm Carlow.
I heard about your accident, so I came with Karina to check on you.
â
Standing beside Karina, he glanced at her with a touch of tenderness in his voice.
Jack stared at him, a look of surprise crossing his face before he furrowed his brows slightly.
âKarina, who is he?â
How could he resemble the late Barlow so strikingly?
And why was he accompanying Karina?
Jack struggled to accept the idea that Karina had found someone who bore such a resemblance to Barlow to be her boyfriend.