Once at the hospital, Lilithia quickly grabbed the phone from a passing nurse and called her brother Patrick.
"Hello?" Patrick picked up the call from the unknown number since he was not so busy.
"Brother, it's me. Lilithia. You have to help me," Lilithia said quickly.
Patrick paused in his steps, the urgency in his sister's voice making him rush out of his room and put on his coat.
"Lilithia? What's going on? Whose number is this? Weren't you returning today? Where are you? I'll get to you quickly," Patrick panicked when he heard Lilithia suddenly start to cry.
In this household, if there was one person who understood and loved him without expecting anything in return from him, then it was his sister.
His parents always coaxed and pampered him because they wanted him to become the King.
He also knew it was the same reason they didn't like Lilithia much: according to his father, his sister was useless.
