Chapter 12: Family Dynamics
Reaching the hospital lobby entrance, Micah exhaled in relief. He had no sense of direction whatsoever, but at least he could follow a simple coloured line on the floor!
In his haste in the cafeteria, he had snapped a picture of just the section he needed and not the whole map of the hospital. He didn’t know which line went to the VIP ward.
Glancing around to find where the map was, a gentle pat landed on his back.
"Micah?!"
Micah froze, recognising the voice instantly. Then he turned, already knowing who he would see.
"Dad!"
He said with delight. His eyes twinkling as he thought he had found his saviour.
"What are you doing here?"
Jacob Ramsy stood before him, his raised brow of surprise turning to helplessness as the realisation dawned on him.
"Wait! Don’t tell me... were you trying to escape?!"
Jacob Ramsy was a handsome man in his mid-forties. Unlike Albert Ramsy, who exuded an air of unshakable authority, Jacob was more refined, with the same broad shoulders but a gentler presence. He had always been the more easygoing one, the kind of father who rarely scolded but had an uncanny ability to see right through Micah’s pranks.