After nearly an hour of waiting outside the emergency room, two women paced anxiously in their high heels along the corridor, drawing lingering glances from passersby struck by their striking beauty.
Beauty clutched her phone tightly, watching the seconds tick by in suffocating silence.
Speaking felt like an impossible effort, as if each word required tremendous courage.
Beside her, Sarah's face was pale as parchment, her gaze vacant and distant, lost in thoughts no one could decipher.
The sound of hurried footsteps broke the tension as Drake's family rushed over.
Mrs. Drake's eyes were already brimming with tears before she even reached the emergency room doors.
Spotting Beauty and Sarah, she immediately pressed, "How is my son?
How could this happen? He's such a skilled driver—how could he get into a car accident?"
Beauty met the family's anxious stares with an apologetic expression.
"He's still in surgery. It's been almost an hour now.
They should be out soon.
