Esmeralda's POV
Worried.
That is exactly how I'm feeling as we drive to the hospital. God, I hope Mr. Heart is okay.
I don't really know the man that well but from the little chat I had with him at the gala, I realized he lived alone with his dog.
What about his wife? His children?
For some reason or the other, I took a liking to him and his comforting presence.
At the same time, I find myself wondering how Mr. Stone is related to Mr. Heart. Family friends maybe?
"We're here, let's go" I hear Mr Stone's voice ring out and when I turn to look at him, I see him already out of the car with his palm outstretched towards me to help me out.
I fit my palm into his as he pulls me outside. I expect him to let go of my hand after but his grip tightens instead. I follow him as he walks through the hospital door and instead of stopping at the front desk, he heads straight to the elevator.