The next day, was their travel date. Mason's father had organized for the company's private jet so they left in the evening.
Miles stared at his parents and after bidding them goodbye, he walked into the private jet. Mason was still unconsciously lying in bed. Nothing had changed on his side but everyone was optimistic.
"What about Mason's mother?" Miles suddenly asked. He knew Mason hated mentioning her but it didn't matter at that point she had every right to know. Actually, Miles knew her mother had always tried to keep in touch but Mason rejected his advances.
"What about her?" Mason's father asked feeling slightly pissed off.
"Doesn't she have a right to know about Mason's condition?" Miles asked. He knew he had crossed his border but he couldn't help himself from asking.