"Mr. Desmond, please, what else did the doctor say?" Sam asked, and immediately they got into the room that they both shared. She paced back and forth but stood right in front of Desmond, hoping to get a reasonable response from him.
Desmond held his phone in his hands as he looked at the time. It was almost 4 in the morning, and he had an important business meeting with some business partners by 9 a.m., and he hadn't even gotten any decent sleep.
Eyeing Samantha, he resorted to just telling her what she wanted to hear.
"The doctor said that your mother's case isn't critical yet, but it needs to be taken care of immediately. That's it," Desmond said, making a beeline for the bed as he threw his whole weight on the bed, occupying the larger part of the bed as he waited for her to get into her part of the bed before he said anything else.
