"What's going on?" Eleanor asked, confused.
"No time to explain. We're leaving now. We'll eat breakfast in the car," Aurora replied softly.
She grabbed a sandwich and a steamed egg and rushed toward the parking garage with Dominic and Nerida at her heels.
It was already 9:30 a.m., but traffic had eased after rush hour. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.
On the fourth floor, outside the ER, Kennedy and Mrs. Lewis were pacing anxiously. As soon as they saw Aurora approaching, Mrs. Lewis lunged at her.
Thankfully, Nerida stopped her in time.
"You filthy whore! It's all your fault—Alexander tried to kill himself because of you! Slut! If it weren't for you climbing into Everett's bed, my son wouldn't have gotten dumped! He wouldn't be lying in there—dying! Give me back my son!"
Aurora stood there, unmoved, cold eyes locked on the woman screaming in her face.
Kennedy held her mother back, but her glare was just as sharp.
