Desmond exhaled slowly, debating whether to even begin explaining. But the weight was too heavy to carry alone.

“I was called to help someone in a hospital today,” he began. "It was a critical case—life or death.” He paused, and his mother’s eyes widened in surprise. “You? Called to a hospital?”

He nodded. “Yes. And when I got there… I saw Anabel.” He said, and his mother’s expression faltered for a moment. “Anabel? Your ex-wife? What happened to her?”

"Nothing happened to her. She was fine. Her father was the one sick." Desmond replied.

"Her father? I thought she only had a mother. How come she has a sick father?"...