Talk About The Kettle Calling The Pot Black

After returning to the mansion upon learning that his mother fell off her wheelchair and passed out, Senator Gregory was greatly relieved to find his mother still breathing.

Aside from a scrapped knee, twisted wrist bumped forehead and slightly dislocated hip joint, the doctor assured the concerned family members gathered outside the old woman's room that she would be fine.

"Can I sleep in Grandma's room and keep her company for the night?" Gwen offered in a pleasantly sweet voice. Hoping to put a smile on her father's scrunched face.

"That sounds like a terrific idea my darling. But you only got discharged from the hospital today. You still need your rest for you and the baby. I'm sure your father wouldn't mind." Regina said, staring lovingly at her husband.

"Not at all. Do exactly as your mother has spoken, sweetheart. Go to bed. Your mother and I will take care of the rest." The senator manage to say, while battling an inner war of guilt and rage.