“Rosey!” Sydney came rushing to her embrace as soon as the door opened. “Oh my God. Are you hurt? How’s Sander? I rushed here as soon as I heard.”
Primrose nodded and shifted her gaze to the hospital bed after the hug. Her husband was fast asleep after the ER doctors successfully removed the knife from his shoulder and tended to his wound.
They’d been here for hours, but she was still out of it. She even refused when Patricia told her to get herself checked and go home to rest. How could she rest easy after causing all this ruckus?
“He’ll wake up soon. They just had to stitch the wound, so they put him under anesthesia.”
The youngest Mortel heaved a relieved sigh and reached for her brother’s hand. “Where’s that damned woman? What was the security team thinking? She should’ve been ba
