Xavier's pov
We'd been in the hospital's waiting room for hours now. Paul Carnahan had had a heart attack right in front of my mother, who hadn't wasted time calling an ambulance, but after an hour, the hospital called Emily and told her she, as the patient's only reachable relative, had to go to the facility to give her consent to the therapies.
I had never seen her so pissed off.
She wasn't sad or scared: she was damn angry. So much that, since we'd stepped into the hospital, she hadn't stopped working, landing deals with Alphas and ambassadors from all over the world.
Part of me wanted to make her take a break and make her elaborate on her feelings, but deep down, I knew it was one of my worst ideas. It was still too early for her to digest what had happened a few hours earlier; she
