Anthony Nasser's POV.
"Mom, I'm so sorry you're here... How are you feeling?" I ask as soon as I find myself in front of my mother's resting body.
Her eyes are open, expectant, and at the same time... Crystallized when she saw me.
I hate to be aware that I am causing her great suffering, however, I don't know why my family insisted that I should be here...
"Anthony..." My mother whispers and beckons me to stand next to her.
I walk towards the bed, stroking her forehead gently. She looks weak, even smaller than she is.
"I'm here. I'm really sorry about what happened, I didn't want you to be like this. I would have talked it over with you, Mom. But I know you weren't going to support me, and Mr. Al Mutairi, he was also being affected by the situation, we were all taking a risk, if I d
