While I lay in the hospital, my parents chose my sister’s $385 ticket over me, but the moment Dad walked in and saw who was beside my bed, everything changed…

My phone rang six times from the emergency room before either parent answered.

Mom finally picked up.

“Where are you?” she asked.

“In the hospital.”

A pause followed.

Then, somehow, the first thing she said was, “Your sister just got a $385 speeding ticket. We’re dealing with enough tonight.”

I stared at the white ceiling.

My left arm was in a sling. My ankle was wrapped. The doctor had already said I was lucky the delivery van struck the passenger side instead of the driver’s door.

“I was in an accident,” I said.

“I heard you,” Mom replied. “But Claire is hysterical. Your father is helping her figure out the citation.”

A traffic ticket.

My sister had a traffic ticket.

I had arrived by ambulance.

Yet somehow, I was still the less urgent child.

“Can Dad come?” I asked.

Mom sighed. “Don’t make this into a competition.”

The call ended.

I rested the phone on my chest and watched until the screen went dark.

My coworker Lena sat beside the bed, holding the bag paramedics had recovered from my car.

“You want me to call someone else?” she asked.

I almost said no.

Then I remembered the emergency contact card in my wallet.

Not Mom.

Not Dad.

Not Claire.

A name I had added three months earlier after my company landed its biggest contract.

Marcus Reed.

Founder and CEO of Reed Medical Technologies.

My boss.

More importantly, the man who had mentored me for the past year after I designed the monitoring system his company was preparing to launch nationwide.

I had listed him because the project required constant travel, and he insisted every senior engineer have a reliable emergency contact.

Calling him over a car accident felt ridiculous.

Lena did it anyway.

Marcus arrived forty minutes later, wearing a coat over his dinner suit and still carrying the folder from the board meeting he had left.

He didn’t ask whether the project was safe.

He asked whether I was.

Then he called my insurance company, had his assistant arrange a secure ride home after my discharge, and told the nurse all my work obligations were canceled until the doctor cleared me.

At 10:38 p.m., Dad finally texted.

Coming by. Claire’s ticket situation is handled.

I laughed once.

It hurt.

Marcus looked at me. “What?”

“My dad finally has time.”

At 11:06, the hospital door opened.

Dad walked in holding his phone, already talking.

“You made everyone panic for nothing,” he said before even looking at me. “Your mother says—”

Then he stopped.

His gaze shifted from me to Marcus.

The color drained from his face.

Because Dad knew exactly who Marcus Reed was.

For six months, he had been trying desperately to secure a supplier contract with Reed Medical Technologies.

And now the billionaire CEO he had been trying to impress stood beside my hospital bed, holding my discharge paperwork.

Dad’s expression changed immediately.

“Mr. Reed,” he said. “I didn’t realize you knew my daughter personally.”

Marcus didn’t offer his hand.

“I employ her.”

Dad forced a smile. “She never tells us much about work.”

Marcus looked at me. “Do you want him here?”

Dad’s smile disappeared.

“For now,” I said.

He moved closer to the bed.

“Your mother said this was minor.”

I glanced at my sling.

“My car was totaled.”

Dad cleared his throat. “Claire was extremely upset. That ticket could affect her insurance.”

Marcus raised his eyebrows.

“A $385 ticket?”

Dad froze.

For the first time, he seemed to realize how absurd he sounded.

Then his phone rang.

He checked the screen.

The Reed Medical procurement director.

Dad’s company was competing for a packaging contract worth nearly $4 million.

He answered immediately.

“Hello?”

I could hear only his side.

“Yes.”

“No, I’m at the hospital.”

Then his expression tightened.

“What review?”

He ended the call and faced Marcus.

“They said our supplier application is being reassessed.”

Marcus stayed calm.

“Your company listed you as personally supervising safety compliance. Procurement found certifications that require verification.”

Dad narrowed his eyes. “Is this because of her?”

“No,” Marcus said. “Your daughter’s accident has nothing to do with your bid.”

“But your behavior here tells me I was right not to intervene for you.”

Dad stared at me.

“You told him about the contract?”

“No.”

Marcus stepped between us.

“She did the opposite. She refused to recommend a family member because she considered it a conflict of interest.”

That landed harder than any shouting could have.

Then the nurse entered with my discharge papers.

Mom and Claire followed behind her.

Claire saw Marcus and whispered, “Oh my God.”

Dad turned toward her.

“You said she just needed someone to pick her up!

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