Mist’s P.O.V.
I looked at tired face of my father sitting on the next chair. He was still holding the coffee mug in his hands but his eyes were glued on the closed door. I was no better than him but I needed to stay strong because he needed me more than before. I looked at Kane and Mrs Harris. They were talking about something with serious faces. I couldn’t repay for their help which they had given to me and my family in the past few hours. I received the call from my dad when I was in the company. I was so scared that without thinking anything, I approached Kane first. I didn’t know where to go at that time.
Kane didn’t waste a second and rushed to the hospital with me. My mind was numb and I didn’t know when we reached hospital and when I was standing in front of my dad. Dr Noah alread
