Stephen's POV
A sudden knock broke the heavy stillness in the room. Stephen did not even glance up from the papers on his desk. His mind was confused, burdened with anxiety. His tone came out low, contained, but slightly strained.
"Come in."
The door swung open, and Jewel walked in. Her gentle movements would normally soothe the people around her, but tonight nothing could ease the tempest rising within Stephen's heart.
He rose, eyes fixed on her. "Jewel," he started, voice stiffening, "Hana is at the hospital tonight. She was taken there due to a life-threatening allergic reaction."
Jewel's hand jerked to her mouth, her eyes going wide in obvious shock. "Oh no. What happened? Is she all right? The babies?"
Stephen's jaw clenched. "They're stable now. She and the babies will be fine,
