Viona's POV
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. ER?
It had never once crossed my mind that I would hear that Rafael, the man of steel, was in the ER.
Veronica stood up immediately. It was also the first time I saw her frown in worry, yet her composure remained firm.
"What do you mean? Which ER?"
"Stomport Hospital, Ma'am."
"Let's go there. Viona—"
"I want to tag along." I stood up, my cracked voice cutting her off before she finished.
Veronica simply nodded. I rushed to get ready, leaving a brief note for my kids' nanny, asking her to tell the kids I was working late, just in case they woke up near midnight and tiptoed into my bed like they usually did. I hoped they wouldn't tonight.
I followed Veronica to her car and sat beside her, anxious, as the vehicle rolled onto the road.
"What did that kid do to get injured?" Veronica asked her assistant warily.
"It's…" The assistant hesitated. "He caught a rat, Ma'am."
