At the B.K hospital, every member of the Montlcair stood in front of the VIP ward where Alvaro was resting, and once the doctor was done, they all rushed inside.
"Dad," Cher ran to her father's side, holding his hand. "Who said you could be in the hospital?"
Alvaro chuckled, moving his body up to rest on the pillow with the help of Andreas.
"I didn't know a little theatrics would get my family to pay attention to me," the man smiled, patting the back of Cher's hand.
Clara walked over to Alvaro, now standing beside her husband. "Father-in-law, we were really worried about you."
"That's true, grandpa," Jaime added with a smile.
Alvaro narrowed his eyes, "Isn't that alcohol I smell?" He sniffled. "Are you sure you weren't celebrating over my death?"
"Don't say that, dad!" Andreas scolded. "We would never do that."
Cher chuckled, "I'd have agreed with you in the past, but lately, Andreas... I don't seem to trust you."
