Ronan's body healed from the accident but he stayed in a coma for almost a year. Right now he was lying dazed on the bed.
Suddenly, something came to his mind.
The author of the novel!
He got out of bed to walk out.
"What happened?" his mother asked flustered. "Ronan, your test results are yet to come out."
Ronan turned to her. "Where is my phone?"
"We couldn't find it. Maybe it fell down the cliff."
He turned around and sprinted out, making his way through the congested hospital hallway, and entered the elevator.
"Ronan! Where are you going?" The elevator door closed before she could approach. The elevator door opened again, and Ronan walked up to her.
"Give me your phone. I want to contact Garit." Margarit was Ronan's personal assistant, handling all his personal matters outside the company.
She handed him her phone. "You still have to get discharged."
