The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 2079

An hour ago?

Martin froze in his tracks.

It didn't take more than half an hour to get from his house to the Century Grand Hotel. If his sister Diana had really gone to the hotel to confront him after learning of their mother's accident, they would have bumped into each other before he left the hotel. But when he had left just moments ago, there had been no sign of Diana.

Just then, his phone rang again. It was Diana calling.

"Diana," Martin answered immediately, anxiety edging his voice. "Where are you?"

"Hello, is this the brother of the phone's owner? You were listed as a recent contact. I'm a nurse at Hope Hospital. The phone's owner was in a car accident and was brought here by a Good Samaritan. She's in critical condition and needs surgery urgently. Could you please come and handle the payment?"

"What are you talking about?" Martin's world rocked on its axis. "Which floor are you on? I'm on my way."

"Emergency, twelfth floor."

"Got it."

Without a second thought, Martin dashed to the elevator and shot up to the twelfth floor. He paid the fee and sought out the attending physician to inquire about Diana's condition.

"The patient has multiple bilateral rib fractures, a sternal fracture, lung contusion, and a traumatic splenic rupture, among several other injuries. She was in severe shock upon arrival and is in critical condition."

Martin's heart clenched with worry, and he asked urgently, "When will she be out of the woods?"

Martin didn't fully grasp the medical jargon, but he understood his mother's condition was grave.

"Is she in danger? When can she be cured?" Martin's worry was palpable.

"It's hard to predict. Even if this surgery is successful, there's a high risk of complications afterward. It will be difficult for her to overcome each one."

Heartbroken, Martin felt as if his world was collapsing. Grasping the doctor's shoulders, he pleaded, "Doctor, please, you must save her."

"I'm only the attending physician; I handle the consultations. But don't worry, the surgeons inside will spare no effort in trying to save her."

As Martin sat on the bench outside, lost in a haze of shock and grief, he turned to the servant next to him and asked hollowly, "Did you see my mom. did you see her fall?"