Page 2 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
“We’ve already taken care of that, sweetie,” my mom said and squeezed my hand again. She reached out and pushed some of my hair off my forehead. “It’s all going to be okay.”
I exhaled slowly. They must have sensed that my doctor had no idea what he was talking about either. I was so glad they were here. What would I do without them?
“But what happened?” I asked. “Am I dying?”
“No, no, no,” my mom said. “You’re fine. You’re awake. Everyone was worried that you might not wake up.” She paused. “But the baby…” her voice trailed off and tears started to well in her eyes.
“Was I babysitting or something?” Why couldn’t I remember?
My mom glanced at my dad and then back at me. “Sweetie, what’s the last thing you remember?”
“I was studying for my sociology final. I must have fallen asleep in bed.”
She stared at me. “Sociology? Didn’t you take that freshman year?”
“Um…yeah.” I laughed awkwardly. “Just a few more exams and I’ll officially be done my first year. Oh no…do you think I missed any of my finals while I’ve been here? What day is it?”
My mom looked back at my dad. “Peter, get the doctor.” Her voice sounded so serious.
My dad practically flew out of his chair. I had never seen him move so fast.
“Why?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
She squeezed my hand. “You’re not in college anymore. Don’t you remember?”
“Of course I’m still in college. It’s not like I dropped out. I’d never do that. I love school.”
She stared at me. “Penny, you’re 26 years old.”
I laughed. “Mom, I’m 19.”
She dropped my hand and covered her mouth before her sob escaped.
“I’m 19,” I said again.Right?
