Jordan’s POV
I guess the therapy session I had been doing was all for nothing because I just got my brain damaged for the second time. I let out a deep sigh and walked back to my car. The night was chilly and I couldn’t sit on this bench anymore. Fiona had been ringing my phone nonstop since I got to the park. Mother as well.
I arrived at the mansion in less than ten minutes. “Jerome, here are the keys.” I called and handed them over. I definitely didn’t like to drive and I don’t think I’d be doing that anytime soon. “Boss, there’s something. They rushed Ma’am Fiona to the hospital minutes after you left. They’ve tried getting to you, but you switched your phone off.” Jerome said.
“What? Why is Fiona at the hospital? What happened?” I asked, rushing back into the car. “You know what?
