Nathalia was taken aback for a few seconds, then she understood and smiled a bitter smile. This is when you can tell what a person is really like. Seriously.
Curt knitted his brows, dialed a number on his phone, and after a while, Anna opened the door. She looked delightfully surprised and greeted Curt with much enthusiasm, "Mr. Davidson, please come in. Mummy must be very happy to know you are here."
Anna had only met Curt a few times briefly, but surely she would not let go of any chances to please him.
Curt nodded and walked in. Nathalia followed, and Anna extended her arm out to block her, but Nathalia slapped it away, glared at her, pushed her away, and walked into the room.
Mrs. Davidson was lying on the bed, her face pale, her breathing weak. She was in a coma. Curt sat down by the bed, wearing a complicated look on his face. He looked at Mrs. Davidson silently.
