The door opened. The doctors came out. All were well-known specialists and experts.
Mrs. Davidson got up immediately and rushed to the doctors. "How's my son?"
Nathalia watched, waited, holding her breath, her hands sweating from anxiety.
One of the doctors replied formally, "Mr. Spencer Davidson is suffering from concussion. There's blood extravasation in his brain, so he needs to stay hospitalized for some time just so that..."
Before he could finish, Mrs. Davidson cut him short. "Is he in danger?" She asked anxiously.
Nathalia's face went pale, her heart beating fast.
A smile appeared on the doctor's face. "He's a lucky man. No, he's not in danger. The extravasation will go in a few days. Don't worry, Mrs. Davidson, he will recover soon."
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Mrs. Davidson patted her chest and murmured, "Thank god. Thank god."
