Kan stepped out of the hospital building, unable to stand the sight of Ariel lying in the I.C.U anymore.
He had watched as she was finally wheeled out of the E. R, into intensive care, and images of his late brother had flooded his mind.
The thick oxygen tube sticking out of his mouth, his shirt bloodied, cold and dead, the very same day his son had been born.
Kan squeezed his fist, as blood pounded in his head.
“Chairman.” He heard behind him and turned.
Ren, his assistant, shrunk at whatever emotion he had seen in his eyes.
“What is it?” He asked when he saw the man contemplating whatever he had been about to say.
Ren remained silent.
Kan turned his body fully to look at him now, “What exactly happened today? It’s midnight, why the hell was my wife out, and at the minister’s
