Chapter 200 My Mother Is Gone

• The last syllable had barely died when hurried footsteps scraped across the corridor tiles outside the VIP ward.
• The door swung inward. Asher stopped on the threshold, catching Waverly clutching Josephine's limp hand. Her tears fell in perfect pairs, glittering as they hit the white sheet.
• "Asher, the doctor says your mother is in critical danger." Her reddened eyes locked on him, desperate. "Please, don't go to the office today. If she wakes, the first face she'll want to see is yours."