Chapter 34

I just looked outside the window, my heart had suddenly begun to play tricks on me. I wondered what had come over Robin, why he had acted like he did just a few minutes ago and I wish we would get home immediately so that I can leave this car and not feel the heat I felt right now.

I couldn't look at his face, I didn't want to and what more, he was driving slowly, the way home was still far and I didn't want to speak to him, not anymore and I was glad he didn't speak to me either.

I could still feel the light brush of his lips, if I hadn't covered my lips in time then he would have deepened the kiss, he was too mean, teasing me that way.

I hate him, I truly hate him!

We arrived at the mansion and without hesitation I opened the door and fled like a rat being chased by a cat.

The cool breeze in the mansion blew my face and I gulped in air, it seemed I had been holding my breath all through the ride.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Robin coming out of the car, he looked so calm and cool, like he had not done anything, how can someone mess with other people's feelings and call it fun.

I rushed into the mansion, not wanting to be stared at by that rude man, whereas, Mrs Jane had asked for me and I was curious to know what was so urgent.

I saw her spacing around the doorway and moved over to her, she turned when she heard my footsteps and I looked at her worried face.

"Ivana,"

"Yes Mrs Jane, you asked for me, is something wrong?" I asked her and she held my hands. I heard light footsteps approaching us, but I didn’t turn around, I knew it was Robin.

"Mom, what is wrong?" Robin asked from behind.

"Ivana, your father, your father had a…" I squinted, curiously waiting for her to complete her speech. "Your father had an accident."

I clasped my hands on my lips, unable to believe this news, I shook my head, my eyes wide opened and I could feel it clouded with tears.

"Your mother called me, she said she couldn't reach you on the phone…"

"W-where is my d-dad now?" I stammered a few words.

"He has been admitted to the hospital and is undergoing surgery at the moment." Mrs Jane told me as softly as she could, but my heart had already fallen.

"I n-need to go, I need to go see my dad." My lips quivered as I spoke and I turned around.

"I will take you." Mrs Jane told me and grabbed her bag and keys, she said a few words to Robin, someone I couldn't grasp because my head was clouded and all I wanted to do was see my father.

Mrs Jane unlocked her car and I stepped in, she helped me with my seat belt since I was disoriented to think of that at the moment.

"He would be fine, Ivana." She said in a whisper before starting the engine and driving out of the mansion.

I had spoken with my father a few days ago, I had told him about the audition, he was happy and had wished me good luck.

How did my father get into an accident? What had actually happened to him, how would my mother be at the moment?

I pressed my lips together in order not to cry anymore but the tears wouldn't stop, Mrs Jane would always stretch her hands to me and pat my hands while giving me an assuring gaze, but at this moment, nothing would assure me until I saw my father and knew he was okay.

The drive to the villa was long and I only wish I could get there in time, but I have to stay patient while praying that my father gets better.

Mrs Jane ruffled through her handbag and handed me.a bottle of water. "Drink this and calm down a bit, you should also rest Ivana, you don't have to cry this way."

I accepted the bottle from her but didn't drink it. I also wanted to stop the tears but I just couldn’t.

We were silent throughout the drive until we got to the Villa after what looked like hours. I knew Mrs Jane had driven her best to make it in time.

She drove into the parking lot of the hospital, we had arrived late in the evening, there were street lights but they didn’t shine to me, it still felt dark, maybe because I had cried a lot.

I stepped out of the car and so did Mrs Jane as we made our way into the hospital. Mrs Jane asked a nurse and we were directed to the room my father had been admitted to.

We made our way there and I saw my mother sitting close to my father whose eyes were close and lying down like a sleeping beauty, the only difference was he had bruises on his face and body, perhaps due to the impact of the accident.

"Ivana." My mother called out with tears when she saw and I ran over to her as she enveloped her embrace as we both sobbed like never before.

I glanced at my father. "What happened to him?" I sniffled as warm tears that made my eyes sting room down my cheek.

My mother rubs her hands through her face wiping off the tears that kept falling uncontrollably. "He went fishing," she paused and I watched her lips quiver and I knew the pain my mother was passing through within her heart.

"On his way back he was hit by a car, I don't know how it happened but… this…"

I held my mother who was now looking at my father. "Was it a hit and run?" I asked, wanting to know if my father was abandoned after being hit, but I was relieved when my mother shook her head.

"The driver was the one who rushed him to the hospital and made the phone call to me."

"Then, how is he now?" I looked down at my father. "What did the doctor say?" I turned to my mother curiously, this was the most important.

"They have no idea Ivana, they are still running some taste, but right now he is in a coma." My mother covered her lips and I bent close to my father and looked at the loving face I had only seen last month before leaving.

"Dad, you have to fight it." I held his hands on mine. "Dad," I buried my face in his hands and continued sobbing.

Mrs Jane held my mother and was consoling her while her hand was on my shoulders also giving it a comforting squeeze, but the only thing that would truly comfort me is when I see my father awake.

Why was every blessed moment filled with sadness and pain? I had a lot of news to share with him today, but right now, he was in the state and fighting for his life.