My stomach twisted. “Sorry.” I managed to respond.
“Let's go home!” He said, leading me out of the room.
As I followed him, I caught Aliya's scowl as she looked at me, her face twisted with anger.
My stomach twisted as I realized the truth. Cain had never loved me; he came to save me in the church because he wanted my father's money.
He had used me, just like James.
But before I could say anything else, my phone vibrated in my bag.
I glanced down at the screen; it was the hospital.
“Hello?” I answered
“Mrs. Blackwood. Your father just got into the ICU. He had a heart attack. You need to come here right now.”
My heart stopped. “No,” I whispered in horror.
I didn’t care about Cain and Aliya anymore. My eyes were filled with tears as I turned around and ran out of the penthouse.
The hospital was bustling when I stormed in. I rushed toward the ICU, my face twisted with fear.
A nurse met me at the entrance.
“He doesn’t have much time,” she said in a hurry.
I pushed past her and entered the room.
My father lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by tubes and machines. He looked weak and pale.
“Dad,” I choked out.