"What do you mean my mom changed rooms? She was in the VIP section just yesterday when I came here."
"She's been upgraded to the Presidential section Suite 01—top floor, private wing by her eldest son," the receptionist, Merida, frantically types into her keyboard before showing me her screen. I squint my eyes at it.
Desmond.
He's the one who upgraded her this afternoon—according to the records. I let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, I thought this was Amelia's doing. The hospital staff know I'm married to him since it has been making waves on the internet lately, but Merida seems to be oblivious to it. Figures. Social media isn't her thing after all.
"Give me her room number again, please. I'm here for a visit."
"Right away, Lei," the redhead receptionist replies, already writing down the details for me.
