"Hey, Miss Sydney," the doctor beamed as he watched me enter his office.


    "Have youe to ask about your pa-"


    "No no," I shook my head. It had be a habit for me to also pay the doctor a visit whenever I came to see Mark. I would ask the doctot how he was fairing and when he might wake-up but his tone will always be somber as he replied to me.


    I took a seat across from him, "I''m here to ask about the other patients.


    He paused then nodded. "What is it?''


    "Apart from Mark and the two other people that were in his car, was there any other patient that was rushed here that night?"


    He frowned as he shook his head. "Is there supposed to be someone else?"


    "I don''t know. It''s why I''m here. A car rammed Mark''s car then rammed into a pole after it lost control, I want to see the driver that drove that car."


    "Oh. The paramedics that drove to the scene that day reported that there was no one in the other car by the time they got there."


    "What?" I frowned. Howe? I was sure I saw the silhouette of someone struggling with the steering wheel that day.


    The doctor shrugged. "That''s what I heard. You can contact the police department that responded to the ident scene if you need more details."


    "Alright," I nodded. "Thank you." I told him, then out of habit, I asked about Mark again. The doctor assured me that, even though Mark didn''t look like it, he was actually responding to treatment.


    By the time I was back to Mark''s ward, the hallway was lined with hefty men, the name of the securitypany was emzoned on their t-shirts, bulletproof and facecaps.


    "Wow, that was fast," I raised my brows.


    There were three new men before his door. They stood there like a wall and looked down at me.


    "Umm, I need to get in."


    "Identify yourself."


    I rolled my eyes, "I hired you guys," I said as I opened my phone and showed them the code thepany had sent to me.


    Two of them looked at the code and nodded to the rest, then they moved aside.


    There were also two men in the hospital room. I nodded again at the efficiency of the securitypany. They nodded at me and continued to stare at the wall.


    I walked closer to Mark''s bed. The caregiver was gone. Mark looked pale and frail as heid there in the hospital bed, his chest rose and fell softly as he slept. He seemed to have lost weight in thest week''s that he had been confined to the bed, his cheeks were a bit hollowed, and his eyes were sunken but he


    still looked good looking.


    I sighed at his still frame. I really do hope the doctor was right. It will really be a shame if Mark dies. Plus I wasn''t even ready to deal with the chaos that his death will bring to GT Group and the media.


    I dug my hands in my pants pocket and sighed again. "You''d better wake up soon. The security team is costing a lot every day, so are the hospital bills. The longer you snore away, the more you owe. Yes, I''m not doing all these for free, you''ll have to pay me back for my time and everything as soon as you wake up.


    I felt a twinge of disappointment when I didn''t hear his trademark snarky response. I sighed. What was I thinking? That he would suddenly leap from the bed and give me a response?


    With onest look at his motionless face and a silent prayer that he gets well soon, I turned to leave.Têxt ? N?velDrama.Org.


    I let out a yelp when I felt fingers wrap around my wrist. With my heart in my throat I turned to see Mark''s eyes on me. And no, he didn''t look like a ghost.


    I closed my eyes and steadied my heartbeat. "What the hell, Mark?" I erupted when I opened my eyes.


    One of the men was already by my side. "Are you okay, ma''am?"


    I nodded. "Leave us for now."


    Mark''s eyes followed the men until the door was shut close behind them, then they settled on me. "Mark?" Mark muttered slowly as if he was hearing and saying the name for the first time. His puzzled gaze raked up and down my body. "Who are you?"


    My heart sank for the obvious reason. I bent down till I was looking closely into his eyes. He drew back, ced a finger on my forehead and pushed my head back.


    Typical.


    "I asked you a question, why are you staring at me like a creep?"


    "You''ve lost your memory?" I shook my head, "Tell me you know who I am and this is a trick."


    He looked at me with furrowed brows. "I don''t remember anything, woman. Tell me, who are you, and who


    am 1?"


    It was the wrong time for pranks or jokes but I smirked and said, "I''m your mom, and you''re my son."