Mark stepped into the hospital room. The pungent smell of medicine immediately hit him, making the dizziness in his head worse. An emergency call had brought him here in a hurry. The news on the other end of the line had momentarily robbed Mark of his senses when he heard that Beatrice had been found unconscious inside a cleaning supplies warehouse.
The middle-aged woman now lay resigned on the hospital bed, her face pale. The expensive clothes she had always boasted about were now completely useless as her body lay in a hospital gown.
Instead of approaching with the worried look of a son, Mark stared at his mother with eyes radiating irritation. His long sigh made it clear that Mark was exhausted by the relentless chaos that kept engulfing him.
"You always know how to create a drama, Mom," Mark said softly.
