As soon as the hospital building came into Nathalie's view range she stepped on the brake and her car almost fell over from the quick change in speed, but the assistant couldn't be bothered to care, in fact, she didn't even park her car, the young woman just stopped right before the hospital door, and immediately ran inside.

"Sancoeur!" She yelled once at the reception, and after getting a few worried looks one nurse spoke:
"Right this way Ma'am."

Nathalie nervously followed the woman as they walked into the elevator.

"You must be his daughter right?" The nurse asked looking up at the worried assistant who vigorously nodded down to her:
"Y-yeah."
"Perfect! Then you'll find him in room number 52."

-

Meanwhile this Gabriel also entered the hospital, running to find Nathalie.

"Sancoeur!!" He yelled the exact same way his assistant did before, and so the nurse didn't hesitate to ask:

"And you must be his son?"
"No, I'm searching for his daughter."
"Oh she just went into room 52." The lady pointed down the hallway. "...right that way sir."

The designer nodded and greatly thanked the nurse before running to find the right room.
And it didn't take him long since Gabriel within seconds flung the door open to see Nathalie sitting in a plastic chair holing onto the hand of who he assumed was her father.

The man on the hospital bed looked like he was truly living his last days and the assistant next to him looked absolutely crushed.
Her face still red from all the crying and her whole body shaking in fear.

Not to alarm anything or anyone the grey haired man slowly walked up behind Nathalie and knelt down next to where she was sitting.
But unfortunately his 'not to alarm anyone' plan failed as the young woman jumped when she saw someone next to her.

"Sir what the hell?!?!"
"I was worried for you."
"How did you know I was-"
"Duusu."
"That bastard!" She cursed turning to her blue friend who by now was hiding behind a tiny tissue box "How dare you-"
"No Nathalie! Thanks to Duusu I know you're safe."
"No Gabriel! You don't understand! I really want to be alone right now!"
"Fine, but then I'll wait outside the door."

The assistant thought about it for a moment and knowing damn well that her boss won't actually leave her alone she just agreed:

"Okay whatever!"

With that annoyed sigh the designer nodded and silently walked away.

-

"Dad?" The young woman's voice echoed through the room quietly "It's me, the mistake you made 35 years ago."
"N-Nathalie?"
"Damn you recognize me!" She cried and laughed at the same time before getting interrupted by her father's following words:
"H-how did you g-get here?"
"Well...long story...but the real question is why did you and mom think I was happily living in France?"
He didn't answer which only enraged Nathalie and encouraged her to speak on:
"I mean why would you think I would have that much luck in my life? FATHER!! Can you hear me you bastard??!!! I understand you hate me and you wished I would've been a miscarriage but why the fuck would you think I was living happily and I wanted to forget about this family!?"
"Because you speak like that." He finally replied "Nathalie you're saying everything yourself. Why would you want to come back to a family that hates you?"
"BECAUSE I HAVE A HEART UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS GOD FUCKING DAMN FAMILY!"

The old man wanted to respond something but his breath was cut short and his time ran out too quick.
As the heartbeat sensor machine beeped, the life inside him died, and Nathalie watched as her dad fell into a eternal slumber.

Now she stood up, walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her in an aggressive manner.

"He is dead." The assistant laughed, but soon her laugh switched into a sob, and eventually Nathalie let herself slowly fall onto the floor whilst her superior knelt down to comfort her.
"I'm so sorry Nath."
"Don't be, in fact, even I shouldn't cry over a man who wished I would've died when I wasn't yet born." She sighed hopelessly "I'm leaving!"

Now the young woman pulled away from the hug and tried to walk back to her car, but Gabriel ran after her and before she could've made it out the door he grabbed her hand so that Nathalie got pulled back.

"No way! I'm driving you home!" The designer insisted whilst only tightening his grip around her wrist, but the assistant still managed to turn away.
"Didn't I already tell you that I wanted to be alone!?!?"
"Well-...well I'm not letting you be alone! Nathalie I-"
"I don't care Gabriel!"
She shouted as she hit her boss multiple times with her purse but the designer just ignored that and simply picked her up.

The young woman tried to protest against his behavior, but after a couple of moves Nathalie got too tired, and easily gave in.

-

"At least can you carry me faster so no one will see this humiliation you're giving me."
"Oh I'm sorry I'm not some super speed carrier. Plus don't you loveeeee being with me in public , especially like this." He teased making the assistant roll her eyes:
"I absolutely hate being with you in public especially after the Kevin incident!"
"Oh well-...everyone thinks we're together anyway-"
"ANYWAY?!?!"
"Nathalie...I didn't mean it as in we're dating I meant it as-" the designer hesitated for a moment "...as in...you know..."
"NO I DONT KNOW!!!"
"Well-..." he thought again "...as in we don't need to act sooooo professional together because now no matter what we do the public will think about the Kevin incident and automatically assume-..."

To be continued-

Sorry bad chapter, it was sort of rushed.