บท 35: I'll be your ill-fated love

“Where is your mother?” I asked, coming over to the Ivy was walking in the hospital’s hallway to and fro nervously in her red high heels and a black shimmering gown.

“They took her for some results,” Ivy replied, clearing her throat.

“It’ll be alright,” I said, giving her a half hug.

“Come sit here,” I said, leading her way to the waiting hall.

“Okay, how long are they going to take?” I asked while sitting beside her on the hospital's lobby couch.

“I think fifteen or twenty minutes more, I've called the manager, he must be here soon,” she said, gazing at the floor, and wrapped her both hands together.

“Don't, worry she'll be fine,” I said, putting my hand over hers and nodding my head.

“Hmm,” she mumbled, with a forced smile gazing at me.

“You should go, you’re hosting the show I’ll be here and keep updating you,” I said, suggesting her half heartedly.

“How could I-I,” she stammered.