88.

Alexander's POV.

"Make sure you take care of him! Take care of my father!" I commanded, my voice steady despite the trembling in my hand, as I entered the hospital with a sense of responsibility and concern for his well-being.

They swiftly took my father away from me, and without hesitation, he was rushed into the emergency unit, the urgency of the situation palpable in the air as the medical team sprang into action.

At this point, fear gripped me to the core. Despite my previous rudeness, the truth resonated deeply; I never wanted to lose him, not now, not yet.

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on my heart, stirring a mixture of regret and genuine concern for the well-being of my father.

Placing my hand on my waist, I paced around the hallway, my thoughts swirling around me like a tempest.

The weight of uncertainty and concern hung in the air, accentuated by the rhythmic echo of my steps.

Fear gripped me, a visceral concern that he might not make it, that this could be