Charles Cole looked pale in the hospital bed with an IV fluid inserted into his veins to prevent dehydration although he hadn't suffered any life-threatening injuries.
Just a few scratches here and there, the hospital decided to place him in a VIP room under 24-hour surveillance because of his reputation in the city.
The press had gotten news of him being in the hospital and the waiting room had turned into a circus, they were currently facing staff shortage because most of their staffs were deployed to disband the never ending news reporters.
The life of the most powerful person in the city's business world was in their hands and news of the slightest mishap taking place meant their hospital's newfound reputation was as good as dead.
Charles Cole groaned in his sleep tossing and turning as cold sweat trickled from his forehead.
He weakly called out. "Ariana."
