Meanwhile, in the hospital, Richard was sitting on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand. Donald's number was displayed on his phone and Richard had been staring at it for about six hours, but he did not hit the call button.
He knew that he couldn't hide the news of Abbie's accident for long, but he didn't know how to tell Donald about it.
Donald was very strict with Richard, but he had always doted on Abbie. Could he bear it if he knew that Abbie was in trouble?
Helen had fallen ill. He didn't want to see Donald end up the same way, but this was not something that could be hidden under wraps.
Richard took a deep breath and called the number on the screen. Donald quickly picked it up. "Richard! What's the matter?"
"Dad..." Richard called him once and paused.
Donald felt that Richard's voice was obviously different from usual and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen to your mother?"
"It's not my mom... it's... it's..."