Mason let out a sigh of relief as well. He crouched at the side, took his phone out of his windbreaker, and made a call, “Get my hospital ready for a patient. We’ll be there right away.”

There was a brief pause before someone answered, “Understood, Mr. Mason!”

Giving Zoe his phone, he helped Gordon up gently, carried him on his back, and went down the stairs. The elevator was out of order.

Mason carried a one hundred and fifty-four pounds grown man down ten levels. His white shirt was completely drenched in sweat, but time didn’t allow him to wipe his sweat.

Barking at Mia, who looked as panicked as a lost puppy, he said, “Keep Dad upright. Make sure he doesn’t fall!” Then, he prompted Zoe to get into the car.

Stepping on the gas pedal, he drove straight for Lockwood Hospital.

…

The timely resuscitation and the best medical team in the city meant that everything was fine with Gordon. He just needed to stay in the hospital for a few nights.

It was midnight and Zoe was staying