Even trying to get busy with an urgent work on his laptop, his conscience still couldn't let him be.
The words of the doctor still rang on his head. *Your mother was involved in an accident...*
He made a deep sigh, closing his laptop. He ran his fingers through his hair, releasing a soft sigh, before looking at the side, thinking about his mother.
His mother? He could help but sigh again as he remembered.
'That woman; didn't she went for plastic surgery those times he was very ill, almost at the brink of death?' his thoughts rang widely in his head. "Oh, this is killing me."
His phone rang loudly, bringing back his senses.
He picked it up, bothering not to check the ID.
"Nathan, I think you should be here." It was Cheyenne.
"Shouldn't you still be in bed now?" He
