The next morning, Natalie's sleep was broken by a phone call. It was from Albert's caretaker.
She immediately sat up in bed as she answered. "Hello?"
"Ms. Natalie, I called to inform you that Mr. Ford is not well," the man said.
"W-What happened?" she asked, her heart sinking. Just yesterday she had talked to him, and now…
"He was hospitalized two days ago after complaining of chest pain. Now, his condition has turned serious," the man's worried voice came through. "You might want to come visit him."
So he had been hospitalized but didn't let her know...
"I… I'll be there right away," Natalie said, jumping out of bed, panic filling her chest as she rushed to get dressed.
Justin, who had just stepped out of the shower, asked, "What happened?"
"I need to head to the hospital. Grandpa isn't well," she said hurriedly, trying to pull clothes over her night pajamas.
Justin gently stopped her. "Go freshen up first. I'll take you there."
