Back in the convention centre...
With every guest now seated and listening to Alester's speech, a lone figure stood out on the balcony with his phone pressed against his ear as he listened to the person on the other end.
"I see," he replied quietly before turning his green eyes towards the ballroom, where the gorgeous Aliana was making her way onto the stage to a round of applause.
"You made the right call by sedating him, Doctor. But I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the hospital just yet," he said.
"I understand, Mr. Ross, but when he regains consciousness, he will demand to see his family," the doctor insisted. "Your father's stress levels spiked dangerously. I have also been unable to establish contact with Mrs. Ross or your sister."
A cold smirk played across Owen's face as he kept his eyes fixed on Aliana. "Don't worry, Doctor. By the time he wakes up again... I'll be done."
"Very well. I'll be expecting you, then."
