“…” This was a problem Luca hadn’t considered. He scratched his head. “What now, Mr. Abel?”
“Forget it. You’re not the one at fault.” Abel went back inside.
This was a general ward. Space wasn’t particularly ample.
With Daisy and Sam crowding around the bed, Benjamin had been squeezed into a corner.
Abel had no other choice but to take a corner in the room.
Both men stared blankly.
That was when Abel’s phone began to ring.
It was a call from the Levan Mansion.
He immediately picked up the call. His parents might have found out about the incident too.
Rosaline’s voice sounded desperate. “How is Emma, Abel? Is she doing alright?”
“She has minor injuries. Nothing big. She’ll be fine after a few days. Don’t worry.”
“Why wouldn’t I be worried? Your wedding with Emmeline is approaching. We can’t afford a slip-up.”
“It’s okay. Emma will be fine in a few days. This won’t affect the wedding.”
“Good.”Rosaline sighed in relief. “Should I drop by to see her?”
He turned to look at the three other people in the room. “We have a few visitors here right now. It’s okay if you don’t drop by.”
“Alright then. We’ll visit her once she’s home. Make sure she gets plenty of rest.”
“I know.” Warmth blossomed in his chest. “Thank you.”
“There you go acting all sappy with your parents again. Take care of Emma. I’m hanging up now.”
“Okay.”
He squeezed himself back by Emmeline’s bed once the call ended.
“Get better soon. Everyone’s worried.”
“I heard.” Emmeline smiled. “Pass my gratitude onto Madame Ryker.”
“Madame Ryker.” He pinched her cheeks. “You should call her Mom.”
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