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Chapter 109: I Will Bring Your Daddy Back

Andrea's complexion turned ghostly pale as she processed Housekeeper Win's words.

"Hello, Ma'am Andrea, are you there?" the urgent tone of Housekeeper Win pierced through the speaker of the phone.

Snapping back to reality, Andrea responded with a sense of urgency, "Text me the hospital's name. I'm on my way."

Tony, who had been quietly observing the exchange, noticed tears welling up in Andrea's eyes. Concern etched on his face, he questioned, "Andrea, what's wrong with Pete?"

"I don't know, Tony. We need to get to the hospital, now," Andrea said, her voice trembling with impatience. They hurried into her car that had been waiting for them at the airport. The forty-five-minute drive to the hospital felt like an eternity to Andrea.

Throughout the journey, Andrea was restless, constantly imploring the driver to go faster, "Andrea, please breathe and try to stay calm. Pete will be okay," Tony attempted to reassure her.

But self-reproach was eating away at her. "I'm a terrible mother, Tony. It's my fault. I should never have left. Pete wouldn't be in this state if it weren't for me," she lamented, her guilt overshadowing Tony's comforting words.

"You're not a terrible mother, Andrea. You're wonderful—dedicated, nurturing, the best mother Pete could have," Tony insisted, but Andrea was too fraught with anxiety to take in his consolation. Her voice rose in desperation, "Just drive faster!"

The driver, unaccustomed to seeing his usually composed employer in such a state, felt a chill run down his spine. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as Andrea's urgency transformed into something formidable.

Concentrating intently on the road, the driver narrowly avoided a collision with another vehicle, his driving skills pushed to the limit.

Finally, they reached the hospital. The moment the car came to a stop, Andrea bolted out, followed by Tony. The driver let out a sigh of relief, his hand trembling as he wiped the sweat from his brow. The intensity of the past few minutes lingered in his mind, a stark contrast to the elegant and serene image he held of his boss.

Andrea didn't know what thoughts were racing through her driver's mind as she bolted from the car and into the hospital, desperately seeking the ward where Pete was admitted.

Upon reaching the corridor, she spotted Housekeeper Win and two other staff members from the mansion.

Seeing Andrea, Housekeeper Win approached her, wearing an expression heavy with concern. "Ma'am Andrea," she began, "the doctors are with Pete right now. They haven't told us what's wrong yet."

With her eyebrows knitting together in worry, Andrea asked, "What happened while I was gone?"

"Ma'am Andrea," replied Housekeeper Win, her voice laden with regret, "Pete asked to borrow my phone, and after I lent it to him, I found him collapsed on the floor, still clutching my phone." She would have never given it to him if she hadn't been convinced by his promise to eat if she did.

Andrea's mind raced back to the text message she'd received from Housekeeper Win while still in Country C, and it dawned on her that it hadn't been Win who sent the message, but Pete.

Her hands shook slightly. Before she could gather her thoughts, her phone rang. She signaled an apology to Housekeeper Win with a hand and stepped aside to answer. The caller ID showed it was her doctor. "Hello, Mrs. Singers, the DNA test results are in. Would you like to come in to go over them?"

"There's no need," Andrea dismissed the offer abruptly and ended the call.

She paced the corridor, a bundle of nerves, until the door to Pete's ward opened and the head doctor emerged with a gentle smile. Andrea rushed to him. "Doctor, how is my son?"

"Mrs. Singers, please see your son first, then come to my office. We need to talk," the doctor suggested.

Andrea, unable to contain her anxiety to see Pete, burst into the ward. Pete lay motionless on the bed, a sight that squeezed her heart tight, stealing her breath. Tony, sensing her distress, offered his arm for support. "Andrea, he's going to be okay," he reassured her.

Nodding, Andrea took a moment beside Pete, whose condition seemed stable. She then composed herself to discuss Pete's health with the head doctor.

In his office, the doctor conveyed his concerns. "Mrs. Singers, your son hasn't been eating properly for several days. While this isn't life-threatening and shouldn't have caused his coma, the troubling issue is he's not responding to our treatments. We could try to wake him, but that would increase the risks dramatically compared to waiting for him to come around naturally."

Andrea's eyes brimmed with tears, and they spilled over as she grasped the potential reason behind Pete's refusal to wake.

"I understand, Doctor," she managed to say before standing to leave. Tony, with a puzzled frown, followed her out.

"Andrea, what are you planning to do?" he asked, his curiosity piqued as they made their way toward the hospital exit.

Andrea stopped, turning to face Tony with a determined look. "I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago," she answered.

Done talking, Andrea slipped into her car and drove back to the Singer's Mansion. Upon her return, she made her way directly to Pete's room, her footsteps echoing through the halls with a sense of purpose.

Entering the room, she was greeted by the sight of Pete's latest creation - a nearly completed painting that he had been diligently working on over the past few days. The portrait depicted Lucas Anderson in intricate detail, though it was conspicuously unfinished from the thigh downward.

Amidst the scattered papers that blanketed the room, each one adorned with sketches of Lucas Anderson, Andrea's eyes fell upon the painted plea, 'I Miss You Daddy'. Her heart clenched tightly in her chest, a wave of sorrow washed over her, prompting a silent sigh to escape her lips.

With resolve hardening within her, and eyes shimmering with the onset of tears, Andrea whispered a heartfelt promise to the room, as if the walls themselves could bear witness to her determination.

"Pete, I'm going to bring your daddy back home, that's a promise," she asserted, her voice a mixture of resolve and raw emotion.

With no hint of doubt, Andrea reached for her phone and, with a steady hand, dialed a familiar number. Once connected, her voice was firm and direct, betraying none of the emotion that had just swept through her.

"Send me Lucas Anderson's location," she demanded.