Chapter 77

ARIANA'S POV

"What?" I shouted.

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. My father, Richard, had a heart attack? I couldn't process it. I was still reeling from the argument with Robert and my mother's accusations. But this...this was too much.

My mother's calm demeanor was unsettling. She seemed so composed, so collected, while I was falling apart. Nate burst into tears, and Robert sprang into action, grabbing coats and ushering us out the door.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. I couldn't shake off the feeling of numbness. My father, the strong and stoic man I had always known, was lying in a hospita