Her Mystery Lover

rt pounding. I speedily rushed to Margaret to attempt to make he

s outdoors, her steps frantic and unsteady. Ethan fumbled round, seeking out his vehicle key, his arms s

he?" Ethan's voice became tight

t, most effectively damaged by the way of Margaret's tender sobs and Ethan's ragged r

I said, my voice trembling. "Richar

to the reception table. Ethan's voice changed into pressing

. "He's in surgery right now. I'll direct you

y retaining it collectively. He held onto Margaret, who was nevertheless cr

ow. The docs will do everything t

nd a medical doctor walked in. We all jumped up, annoyed to hear

n's voice turned into str

t we managed to stabilize him. It has become crucial, but he's out of dange

to the ground, her legs giving way. I quick

hank you so much," Ethan

but he'll need to rest for some time. You can see hi

ut now with relief. "I thought we we

my voice mild. "He's going to b

on. "We'll get through this together," he stated, his voice steadying.

han's shoulder. "If there's anything you w

g. "Thank you, Mark. Right now,

itors and the sterile smell of the medical institution made the truth of the state of affairs sink in even greater. Margaret star

tears streaming down her face.

u need to stay strong. Dad's going to be pleasant. He truly wishes

mbling. "I can't leave him like this,

ourself too. We can't help Dad if we all fall. Let's move a little a

can't. I want to be here at the same time a

Ethan is right. You need to take care of yourself so that you can be stro

faltering. "I don't know if I can lea

long as we are able to tonight. But ultimately,

ng he would listen to us. Margaret held his hand, occasionally brushing his hair

be with her husband. "Me and Helen will

dn't say a word, and I respected his silence. This wasn't a time for informal

ep sigh. "I can't think this is occurring,"

. "But your dad is powerful, Et

"Thank you for being right here. For assisting

reaching out to squeeze his hand. "We'

yes. "Yeah, we are able to. And the next day, we

ait here," he informed me, his tone serious. He was suspiciously performing a piece, but I brus

s. Papers flew in every course as he rifled through report after document. I stood outside the door, m

He dialed a range of numbers on his cellphone and waited for the call to connect. "Yeah, it's me," he said, his voice low

early ran into me standing in the way of the door. His eyes n

rve my neutral expression. "Nothing," I

whether to accept it as a fact. Before he had to say something, my curio