Zeke's POV
"I will explain things to you and mother when I come around." I responded.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, my father no doubt processing my words. Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with concern. "When Zeke? Your mother and I are dying of curiosity."
I sighed. "Soon, Dad, I promise." I replied. "But right now, I can't answer your questions. Just please, tell your contacts at the hospital to keep quiet about this."
I ended the call and went back inside the VIP lounge. I knew that I needed to act quickly to contain the spread of the information before it spiraled out of control.
"I'll be leaving soon." I said as I rejoined Zane and Fletcher at the table.
"Leaving already, Zeke?" Zane exclaimed, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "We came out here because of you, and now you're leaving us high and dry?"
I offered them a wry smile. "I don't care." I replied, my tone unapologetic. "I need to settle something at the hospital."