"What exactly is going on?"
Molly Harguez frowned, her face filled with exaggerated disbelief.
"Who knows!"
Father Mitchell was extremely angry. That rotten kid! Didn't he say he was already married to Nia Mitchell? Is *this* what being married looks like? He's probably married to someone else! The heiress of Swan Corporation, a childhood sweetheart, a pre-arranged marriage—what the hell is all this?
"Dad, call my sister."
Aldy Mitchell had already sat up in bed, his legs dangling over the side, looking as if he was about to get out.
"Oh dear, don't you dare get out of bed! Don't forget, your leg hasn't fully healed yet."
Molly Harguez immediately went over to support Aldy Mitchell, her face etched with worry.
Father Mitchell nodded and dialed Nia Mitchell's number.
"Hello, Dad?"
Nia Mitchell was sitting in the CEO's car as they drove towards the hospital.
"We're about to arrive at the hospital. Is there anything you need us to bring?"
