Fabian had been rushed to the hospital. Evelyn and the others were waiting anxiously outside when Mrs. Jackson arrived in a fluster.
"Fabian—my son—how is he?" Mrs. Jackson grabbed Evelyn's arm, her voice trembling.
"He's still in surgery," Evelyn replied, her own nerves on edge, trying to stay calm.
Mrs. Jackson glanced at Evelyn, then at Noah standing quietly beside her. Her lips parted slightly, but she didn't say anything.
Two whole hours dragged by before the operating room doors finally swung open. Fabian was wheeled out, his face pale as paper.
"Fabian! Fabian!" Evelyn hurried over, calling his name.
"How's my son?" Mrs. Jackson demanded.
The doctor took off his mask. "Mr. Jackson is out of danger. He just needs rest now."
Everyone finally let out the breat
