“I'm sorry, honey,” Daley whispered. “It seems that we have to change our plan.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“My grandma fainted at home and now she is in the hospital. I have to go back.”
“Oh, poor Vickie.” I put my hand on my chest. “How is she?”
“The doctor says she's in critical condition and needs immediate surgery.”
“Then we must hurry back.”
“Yes, I have to be prepared, just in case something happens to my grandma, ” Daley said.
“I think what you should be concerned about right now is Vickie's health,” I reminded him. “Not the power and money.”
“Just in case,” he said flatly.
Then he asked the flight attendant to inform the captain about the need to change the flight route. Half an hour later, the plane took off for Manhattan.
When we got off the plane, a black Mercedes vehicle was waiting for us on the tarmac. It took us straight to Santa Maria Hospital.