Fai's POV
For a while I stop short. “Excuse me,” I say and crane my neck forward across the table.
“Mr. Rohan Mukherjee met with an accident.” She waits for the words to sink into my brain. “He is in Chulalongkorn Hospital.”
My head swirls. I hold the edge of the table firmly.
“What happened?” My words reach my ears from far away.
“The couple who sells food on the street came with a small child and his father and gave the news that a tree had fallen on one of our customers. Two of our staff went with them and they confirmed it was Mr Rohan.”
My heart beat races, my palms sweat. A feeling of nausea rises from the pit of my stomach. My legs begin to wobble. I grab the edge of the receptionist’s table. A staff helps me and carries me to the couch.
“Plea
