"Enough already. You saw Kate's status update and got jealous. I'll come back once it's over. Don't make a scene."
Nick impatiently cut off the call before I could finish.
I cried and called him again.
"Nick, I'm pleading with you. She's your daughter, for God's sake!"
"Natalie, stop calling. Your excuses are too feeble. Oh, Nick, I found a clue!"
"Kate, you're amazing!"
The call was disconnected again.
I kept calling but was reminded by the prompt during the call.
He had blocked me.
As I clutched the critical condition notice in my hand, tears streamed down my face.
I stared at the ICU door, a wave of despair washing over me.
I thought, "Meryl, wait for me."
Gritting my teeth, I stood up and rechecked Kate's status.
The two of them stood intimately together in the background of a murder mystery dinner theater.
The caption read: [Nick was afraid I'd be bored, so he brought me out to play.]
Ignoring Nick's indulgent expression, I searched for the address of that theater and headed there.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the hospital's entrance, I saw Nick getting out of the car, holding Kate in his arms.
He looked anxious, running while trying to comfort the weeping woman in his embrace.