KIMBERLY’S POV
Reaching the hospital, Drayton quickly paid the cab driver when he noticed I had no money.
I was embarrassed but didn't have much time to dwell on it because my priority was to get to my mom and know how she was doing as soon as possible.
We alighted from the cab, rushed into the hospital, and headed straight to the receptionist's desk.
“Good day, Miss. Please I'm here to see a patient who was rushed in not long ago. She's crippled,” I said in a rush.
“Calm down. What's her name?” The receptionist asked.
“Lucille Young,” Dray answered.
“Where have I heard that name before,” The receptionist drawled and began typing on her keyboard.
“Oh yeah, she's the one he talked about. She was transferred to a VIP room, but she's currently undergoing an operation. You can wait in
