CHAPTER 9

I paced the hallway of the outside the emergency ward, the tip of my forefinger in my mouth. I didn't know how I did not notice that something was wrong, that my dad was sick or something. He never told me, not even once. To be fair, even I hadn't contacted him the entire time I was married. Jameson watched me pace from where he was seated, worry in his eyes.

“Charlotte", he eventually said. “Sit down".

I have him a disbelieving look.

“You haven't had a good sleep for almost two days". It was a lot more than that. “Do you want to be rushed into the emergency ward too?"

I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

“Is he okay?"

I spun around. What was Tatiana doing here? Her eyes were wide with fear, and she looked like she'd run her hands through her hair multiple times. I did not feel pity for her, it was most likely because of her antics dad was in there. I wanted to ask her why she was there, but dad was her dad too. “How did you know?" I asked instead.