Arianne waited in the hospital parking lot that night. She had been preparing to sleep when Gilbert called to tell her Vincent had collapsed at home and was being rushed to the hospital.
She stepped out of the car as soon as they came to a stop. Gilbert followed, locking the doors behind him.
In the VIP ward lobby, they found Amanda pacing nervously, while Franz was seated on the bench, head down.
"Auntie, is there any news?" Arianne asked, walking toward the older woman.
Amanda lifted her gaze and drew Arianne into a hug, her hands trembling slightly.
"Oh, Aria. We're still waiting for the doctor to come out. I found him in his study unconscious." Amanda wept in Arianne's arms.
"He said he was fine," Amanda whispered. "He always says that."
Arianne glanced at Gilbert, who had taken a seat next to Franz; neither man uttered a word.
"Calm down, Auntie," Arianne told Amanda, leading the older woman to take a seat instead.
"What about the kids?" she then asked Franz.
