Dash cast a concerned glance at Devon, who seemed to lose color, and asked, "Did something bad happen?"
"My mom is in the hospital..." Devon tried to digest this as best as she could.
"Let's go then, get in the car." Without further questioning, Dash rushed to the driver's seat and asked, "What's the name of the hospital?"
Devon tried to remember and said, "San Gabriel Hospital..."
Upon hearing the name of this hospital, Dash couldn't help but close his eyes for a few minutes. After regaining his senses, he stepped on the accelerator. The Mustang's engine roared with power as it headed towards the hospital. It was not the time to dwell on nonsense about his memories of past lives.
Devon, beside him, was unmoved due to her concern for her mother. She couldn't help but think of terrible things as they approached the hospital.
"Your mom will be okay; you don't have to worry..." Dash took Devon's hand and supported her as much as he could to prevent her from breaking down.
Devon squeezed Dash's hand and said, "I don't understand much of what's happening, but my dad sounded more serious than usual. I don't think it's something light; otherwise, he wouldn't have called me..."
Just at a moment of happiness, things had turned into a critical situation filled with anxiety about what would happen. Devon's mother was not sick; she was in good health, so it was likely a minor accident.
But before reaching the hospital, it was not good to draw conclusions, especially when many things could happen. Dash had spent a long time in a hospital, enough to identify a phone call, and things didn't seem to be well.
All he asked, whoever was listening, was that Mrs. Lee wasn't injured. However, knowing that life was cruel, his pleas might not be heard.
Upon quickly arriving at the hospital, Dash parked, but before getting out, he said, "Go ahead first, be careful with the cars."
"Alright!" Devon got out of the car before Dash parked and ran to the elevator door after entering.
When she reached the hallway of the room where her mother was, she found her father in the corridor, holding his head and making a call.
"I need the money as soon as possible; I don't care how much the price is reduced, I need the money as soon as possible." Mr. Zac said before hanging up the call.
Devon stopped halfway to her father and asked, "What's happening, Dad?"
When Zac heard his daughter's voice, his expression changed. He tried to remain calm, but knowing that his daughter was very perceptive, he sighed and said, "Your mom declined this morning. Before that, she had a sudden, severe headache, and shortly after, she lost consciousness."
"Is she okay?" Devon sat next to her father, who had his gaze on the floor.
Zac tried to avoid saying it directly, so he pointed, "We never noticed; we never noticed anything strange, but your mother... The doctors mentioned that she has a brain tumor, and the reports about it are not good..."
"How bad is the tumor?" Devon knew little about it but understood that some were worse than others.
"It's called a rapidly growing glioblastoma. This tumor is very aggressive because it is destroying your mother's brain..." Zac was very distressed, especially because his wife might die.
Devon hugged her father, and both began to cry. This situation seemed surreal, as it was sudden, as if it were a joke.
When Dash arrived with Devon, he saw her crying with her father, and he didn't know what to do. After a few minutes of silence, he asked, "Is it that serious?"
Devon, who was sitting next to Dash, murmured, "Yes, quite..."
"Then we need to transfer her to a better hospital. First of all, we need to inquire about the best treatments for her and start them as soon as possible." Dash didn't want to stay still, especially when time was of the essence in these situations.
Zac, who saw concern on Dash's face, smiled bitterly and said, "The recommended treatment exceeds $80,000, not including hospital and medication costs. Transferring her to another hospital is impossible for us."
Dash furrowed his brow, took out his bank card, handed it to Devon, and said, "Here's a little over $300,000 that I keep as cash. It's my personal money; you can use it for now while I talk to my dad."
It wasn't a surprise that Dash's family had a lot of money, but Zac was surprised that he offered his money so quickly. He wanted to refuse, but then Dash said, "It's not time to think about it. Money doesn't matter when someone is sick."
Devon, who looked at Dash's card, nodded. She took it and said, "Then we'll accept your money. Don't worry; we'll take care of returning everything once my father starts raising money."
"You know I don't care about the money. The first thing is to make sure that, with just this, your mother can be okay." Dash set aside empty words, and after giving his bank card to Devon, he left the hospital.
He didn't need to know what Devon's mother had, but after leaving the hospital, she began to write to him about what the doctors had diagnosed. Upon learning that it was a malignant brain tumor, Dash furrowed his brow even more.
"If that's the case, she should be moved for surgery as soon as possible. I hope everything flows smoothly..." Dash got into the car and started the engine. He needed to get to his father's company to ask for his help since he could do something.