欧美专区小说区

“Mrs. Blackstone. What can you tell us about your father’s condition?” A reporter shouted on her right.

Some media personalities also threw a series of questions at her husband regarding the company’s stability. It was ordinary for speculations to float in the industry in times like this. But she was confident that Alex would manage it just fine.

More questions still flooded her ears, but she refused to answer them as they bombarded their way to the front entrance. It was no use if they used the back entrance. The reporters were everywhere.

Luckily, the hospital security also helped part the crowd, allowing them access to the lobby floors. Once inside, the staff quickly ushered them to a private area where the doctors would update them about her father’s condition.

She walked along the white corridors, smelling the sanitized atmosphere around her. It was not a comforting feeling. To be surrounded by the essence of death in the air.

She closed her eyes, suddenly remembering her dream. The white walls that surrounded her. Was this part of her dream? Maybe she had not woken up yet.

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“Dani?” Alex gently squeezed her shoulders to drag her back to the present. Sadly, realizing it was not a dream.

She looked up at him, questioning him with her eyes. She had no idea if he had asked her a question or told her something. She was clueless about what was happening around her.

“Are you alright?” Alex looked at her eyes, concern written all over his face. She wished to say she was ok. But she knew in her heart that she was not.

She could only bury her face in his shoulder, unable to utter a word, feeling her heart crumble into pieces at the thought of losing her father.

“Come on. I got you.” He whispered near her ears as he guided her inside the big room reserved for her and the entire family and friends, waiting for updates on her father’s condition.

She slowly lifted her face, finding familiar people gathered in the room, but her eyes zeroed first on one person sitting on the other side of the room, alone and in deep thought.

She had always been a picture of perfection and elegance in her eyes, but today, she was as distraught just like her. Her eyes stared at the blank space before her, yet no tears were visible in her eyes.

“Mom,” Dani called to her as she came closer. She immediately enveloped her in a hug, letting go of her husband in the meantime.

At the moment, her Mom needed her more. Or was it the other way around?

Her Mom pulled her to the vacant chair beside her, where she sat uneasily beside her. She only saw her mother like this when one of them was sick. But she believed this was the worse by far.

She understood that she had no make-up on her face since it was the middle of the night. She and her father might have already been sleeping when it happened.

“What happened, Mom?” She inquired, finally asking the question she had thought of since hearing about the incident.

Alex was unsure, so he opted to wait till they were here to learn the truth. He said he did not want to force her Mom to recount the event on the phone.

“We were already sleeping when your Dad made some unusual noise that woke me up. I thought he was having a weird dream or a nightmare.” Her Mom finally started telling her story.

Her face was calm, but her eyes were shallow. As if it was empty. There was no emotion in them. She could only surmise that her mother was still in shock. She had not fully grasped the situation or refused to accept it. It was the reason she had not cried yet.

“Then, what happened, Mom.” Dani encouraged Laura to tell her everything.

It was the only way that her mother might realize the truth. Her father was now fighting for his life to survive. It might not be the same as the previous attack. It could be worse, so much worse.

“I tried to wake him up.” Then, she saw her mother’s eyes shift as if she remembered the ordeal. “But he would not, then he started gasping for air, holding on to his chest as if he could not breathe.”

Finally, her mother broke down and cried. “I was so afraid.” It was the last words her mother said as her tears dropped down like a waterfall on her shoulders.

She grabbed her shoulders, running her hands on her back, just like how she used to when she comforted her. This time, the wheels had turned as she consoled her mother.

She looked up and saw Alex not too far, staring at her. She knew he was watching them, waiting if she would need him. But he never tried to interfere with them, just stood there showing his support.

“I am afraid too, Mom. But we will be here for each other no matter what.” Dani borrowed what Alex told her. She was not giving her mother any false promises that she could not keep.

She felt her grip on her tighten on her body, confirming that her mother heard her even if she could not answer her right away. It was more than enough for her to know that she could be there for her mother as tears also started rolling down her eyes.

Crying was never a weakness as far as she learned through her experiences. It was just a way to release the emotions that burdened the body with all its troubles.

She would cry it out now with her mother in her arms so that later, she could be much stronger for her when she needed her the most.

But the moment they had been waiting for, a man in a scrub suit appeared at the door, looking directly at them. But Alex intercepted him first before her mother could notice him.

But the grim face displayed on the doctor’s face was not promising at all. She wished for a miracle, but who did not. She believed that probably all the people in this building asked for it at some point today, asking whoever had the power to grant such to bestow them that gift.

“Mrs. Hamilton.” Finally, the doctor walked up to them, providing courtesy to his patient’s wife. “Mrs. Blackstone. I am the head doctor who is handling Ethan’s health condition.” He introduced himself.

But she did not care much about common courtesy or respect. She wanted the facts that would finally tell them what was happening to her father.

Her mother stopped crying but looked at the doctor, nodding to him as acknowledgment, both of them waiting for the result of his operation.

“How is my Dad?” She finally asked for her mother, who seemed to lost the ability to speak. After seeing the face of the doctor, her Mom must have predicted what he was about to say as she started crying again.

Now, she was afraid to hear what the doctor would tell her. It was like she was in a courtroom, waiting for the verdict. Would the judge say life or death?