Damien's POV;

The hospital room fell quiet when I walked in. I had called Aleena's mother who lived in Palm springs and she arrived in LA the next morning. No one in the house had volunteered to look after Aleena so I just had to bring her mother here.

"Hello Damien." I stared at her mother and inwardly cringed at the heavy makeup that covered her face. The extravagant outfit she had on proved how unfit she was for the task but Aleena's her daughter, she has to do the right thing.

"Hello Mrs Berkeley." I said courteously.

"Just call me Katrina." She said and I nodded.

"Aleena. How are...