I just finished eating my dinner inside my room—I was too tired to go to the dining room and eat with the rest of the family, so Ethan had the maid bring my own dinner to our room. While he went to Fiona’s room to read her a bedtime story.
I was changing into my nightwear when my phone rang. I quickly grabbed it, expecting a call from the hospital, though I'd already spoken to Doctor Zane and he’d told me Mr. Anderson had regained consciousness. Without hesitation, I answered.
“Yes, Doctor Zane? How’s the patient?”
“Hi, Meadow, it’s me, Mrs. Anderson.” A female voice came from the other end of the phone.
I frowned, pulling the phone from my ear to check the screen before placing it back. “Yes, Mrs. Anderson. What seems to be the problem, and why are you calling this late at night?” I a
