A favour

ADAM'S POV

Eight hours flying and thirty minutes trying to get the airport paparazzi out of my way, I sat in my Audi, speeding down the lanes of New York. I was jet lag as hell. My eyes were heavy and my head had this damned ringing sound that made it so damn unbearable to think. 

But I couldn't stop. 

I had to see Mother as soon as possible. 

Oh she must be so scared. Anabelle would've cried her eyes out, worried to death. I had spent the entire flight, thinking about the possible reasons why my mother could have suffered a heart attack, but I couldn't come up with one. 

Not one. 

She had a nurse who tended to her. A cook who was supposed to tend to her but Mother was too damned stubborn for her own good and could still insist on making her own meals. I could imagi