Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 46

A week had passed since Mom's call about Veronica's collapse, and she remained in a coma. Mom and I visited the hospital daily, holding onto hope that she'd wake up, but her condition wasn't improving. The weight of it all was crushing me. Seeing her like that, barely five months pregnant with our child, was devastating. I felt helpless, like I'd failed as a man. All my wealth, all my resources, and I couldn't do a thing to bring her out of this darkness. "Sultan," Mom said softly, tapping my shoulder. I closed my laptop and turned to her, giving her my full attention. She sat down beside me on the floor in my room. For the past week, I'd been a shadow of myself.

"Here, have some tea," She said, handing me a steaming cup. I thanked her, taking a sip. "I know things are tough right now, but you need to pull yourself together," she said gently. "Work, family, friends – they all need you. Isolating yourself will only make this harder." I shook my head, feeling the weight of it all.

"Mom, it's harder than you think. My child's life, Veronica's life – they're both hanging in the balance, and I'm completely powerless. It's devastating."

Mom's expression was calm, reassuring. "They'll be okay, you'll see," she said, rubbing my arm. "And you're not powerless, Sultan. You're strong, and you'll get through this."

"You don't understand, Mom," I said, my voice cracking. "What if we lose them? The heir I've been waiting for... what if I lose them?" Mom's expression was calm, reassuring.

"Sultan, nothing like that is going to happen. Veronica and your child will be fine." I wished I shared her faith, but fear was suffocating me.

"Mom," I exhaled, unsure of what to say next. Mom's voice brought me back to reality.

"What about Milani? You seem to be neglecting her in all this. Don't forget she's carrying your child too. Ignoring her calls will only create tension between you two. She deserves your attention as well." I felt a pang of guilt, knowing Mom was right, but my heart belonged to Veronica and our struggling child. I couldn't bring myself to focus on Milani right now, not when my child's life was hanging in the balance. I knew it wasn't fair to Milani, but I just couldn't pretend everything was normal when it wasn't.

"Sultan?" Mom called, snapping me out of my thoughts. And I rubbed my face in frustration, unsure of how to respond. I should have taken Milani's advice to be honest with Mom.

"Mom, Milani is fine. It's Veronica I'm worried about," I said, locking eyes with Mom, who looked at me with a mix of surprise and skepticism.