Christian's POV
I trudged through the hospital parking lot, my mind reeling from the latest bombshell. The doctor's words kept echoing in my head - "your mom isn't your mom." What did that even mean? How could she not be my mom? The thought sent a wave of frustration crashing over me. I just needed a break, a chance to process everything, but it seemed like that was too much to ask.
I spotted Andrew, my security detail, waiting by the car. "Andrew, give me the keys. I'm heading out."
He looked at me, confusion etched on his face. "Okay, boss, but where are you headed?"
I sighed, irritation simmering just below the surface. "Andrew, I'm heading out. Emphasis on the I."
He stammered, "Bu...bu...but boss, it's too dangerous for you to be out on your own right now. That's why you hired a
