Ethan sat inside his quiet office while looking at the piles of paperwork on his wooden desk.
His phone suddenly vibrated on the polished table and broke the silence of the afternoon.
He quickly picked up the phone and saw his wife Clara was calling him from the hospital.
His heart beat fast as he answered the call and listened to the doctor's solemn voice.
The doctor explained that Clara had slipped inside her room and needed immediate support right now.
Ethan grabbed his car keys and hurried out of his office without saying a word to anyone.
He drove across the busy city roads as fast as the heavy traffic would safely allow.
His thoughts raced while he imagined what could have happened to his pregnant wife inside that building.
He parked his black car near the main entrance and sprinted straight toward the glass doors.
The hospital corridors were filled with bright daylight and smelled strongly of sharp chemical cleaners.
He checked the room number on his phone screen to make sure he was going the right way.
His stepmother Victoria had also promised to visit Clara early that afternoon to check on her.
Ethan hoped that Victoria had arrived in time to comfort Clara before the doctor reached the room.
He turned down the long white hallway and saw the door to Clara's private room standing wide open.
He slowed down his footsteps as he heard loud voices arguing inside the quiet hospital space.
A glass bottle had broken on the clean floor and red juice was spilled everywhere near the bed.
Clara was sitting on the floor while holding her ankle tightly in obvious discomfort and deep shock.
Victoria was standing right beside her in a bright red silk dress while holding her hands up high.
Ethan stopped at the open doorway and looked at the disturbing scene unfolding right before his eyes.
He felt a sudden rush of protective anger taking over his entire body in that single moment.