「The hospital.」
In front of the emergency room doors.
"Don't worry, he'll be okay."
Wendy Wyatt gently patted Holly Sinclair's shoulder, comforting her.
Holly Sinclair, who had been staring intently at the operating room doors, turned to glance at Wendy Wyatt and shook her head numbly. "I'm not worried."
But her seemingly calm voice was hoarse and carried a faint, imperceptible tremble.
'Right, she's not worried.'
She just hadn't recovered from the sudden turn of events.
An hour ago, Vivian Linton had tried to run her and Candice over with her car.
At the critical moment, Tristan Sterling had saved them.
He had rushed forward and pushed them out of the way, taking the full impact of the crash himself.
The image of him, covered in blood, being loaded onto the ambulance played over and over in her mind like a curse.
It left her heart suspended in mid-air, unable to find its footing.
'Am I really not worried?'
'Deep down, I am.'
