Chapter 86: Frail
Marianna reached the hospital in haste, her heels clicking sharply against the pristine tile floors as she stormed through the halls. The staff barely had time to greet her before she waved them off, her focus locked on the intensive care unit where Myra was being treated.
She hadn’t expected such an urgent call, and the news that Myra had been admitted left her stomach in knots. For all her carefully constructed poise, the possibility of her daughter being in real danger was enough to shake her.
When she reached the ICU, she spotted the nurse who had taken Myra in earlier. Marianna’s eyes narrowed as she approached, her voice clipped and demanding.
"I’m Marianna Allen, Myra Allen’s mother. Where is she, and what happened to her?"
The nurse, taken aback by Marianna’s forceful demeanor, quickly gestured toward the room at the end of the hall. "Miss Allen is stable and being monitored. She fainted, but there are no significant injuries so far. The doctor is running a few more tests to be sure."
"Fainted?" Marianna repeated, her brows furrowing. "How? Why?"
The nurse hesitated, glancing down at her clipboard. "The individual who brought her in mentioned she collapsed during a confrontation. I believe she referred to herself as a friend of Miss Allen."
Marianna’s lips tightened. A friend? Myra didn’t have friends who would bother bringing her to the hospital. And if it wasn’t family, then it could only mean one thing: Ephyra.
Suppressing the surge of anger that threatened to spill over, Marianna straightened, her tone ice-cold. "Thank you. I’ll speak with the doctor myself."
Without waiting for a response, she swept past the nurse and entered Myra’s room. Her heart clenched as she saw her daughter lying there, pale and fragile-looking, hooked up to monitors that beeped steadily.
She crossed the room in quick strides, her hand hovering over Myra’s forehead before she finally touched it, smoothing back her hair.