Upstairs.
Upon hearing the commotion, Princeton rushed downstairs.
Lady Patrice ran to the entrance of the hall, with a dazed expression. As she crossed the threshold in utter despair, she was tripped violently.
Lady Patrice fell heavily to the ground.
Already downstairs, Princeton's face changed, and he hurriedly ran to her side, reaching out to help her up.
"Sir Darren, Sir Darren..." As Princeton tried to help Lady Patrice up, he noticed she was trembling, with no color in her face, pale as a ghost.
"What happened? What's going on?" Princeton was also taken aback by her appearance.
Lady Patrice clutched Princeton's arm tightly, and tears began to stream down her cheeks as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Rebecca had a car accident," Lady Patrice sobbed, burying her head in her husband's chest and wailing in despair. "Just now, the police called me and said Rebecca had a car accident and is currently undergoing emergency treatment at the hospital."
