The police were startled by her sudden behavior and looked down to see her pale face, immediately understanding somewhat.
"We are still verifying the identities of the injured, and we can't confirm the specific list immediately. Please calm down first..."
Her eyes were red, and tears welled up yet refused to fall.
"Then... can I go inside for a look? Just one look! I beg you! I know which car he's in, I just need one look!"
She knew which car he was driving today.
That dark grey Bentley Continental GT, with a small scratch on the right side of the car body which he once laughed about, calling it the "medal of love."
As long as he's inside, she can recognize it at a glance.
The policeman shook his head, his tone very calm.
"Ma'am, you cannot go in. Going in will only create chaos and disrupt the rescue operation."
She grasped the hem of his sleeve tightly, her voice trembling.
