Chapter 1738
Alaric's car was jolted violently, and once it came to a stop, he realized he had hit another vehicle. Rushing out, he went to check on the occupants of the other car.
At first glance, he saw a woman slumped over in the passenger seat, her face turning towards him, and his heart skipped a beat as he exclaimed, "Hertha!"
It was Hertha's car he had hit!
Beyond shocked, his gaze then landed on another woman passed out in the driver's seat, her head resting against the steering wheel, blood trickling down from it.
Although he couldn't see her face clearly, the shape of her body and her attire were unmistakable to Alaric. It was Thalassa!
"Hertha, Thalassa!" Alaric grew even more frantic.
He initially wanted to open the door and get them out but then remembered the first-aid training he had received: never move injured persons carelessly.
Halting his actions, Alaric immediately called 911, then dialed the police to report the accident.
Soon after, the police and an ambulance arrived. The officers quickly assessed the situation, and the paramedics lifted Thalassa and Hertha into the ambulance. Alaric hurriedly followed.
Feeling extremely anxious, he arrived at the hospital to find Thalassa rushed into the emergency room, while Hertha was taken to a ward. Alaric urgently asked the doctor, "How are they doing?"
The doctor replied, "The passenger is fine; she was just drunk and passed out. The driver, however, has a head injury and is in critical condition." "What?" Alaric's mind went blank. Thalassa had a head injury and was fighting for her life. This could mean life or death.
Years ago, Lysander had suffered a head injury and was bedridden for three years!
The Sinclair family had done everything to bring him back from death's door.
Now, Thalassa had a head injury, and if anything happened to her...
Alaric couldn't bear to think further, shivering at the thought.
He glanced at the words "Emergency Room" and took out his phone with trembling fingers to dial Lysander's number. The call was quickly answered.
Alaric, choked by fear and guilt, managed to say, "Lysander, Thalassa's in the hospital being resuscitated."
There was silence on the other end, but even through the phone, Alaric could feel Lysander's icy and oppressive aura.
His fear and anxiety growing, Alaric hurriedly said, "I had just picked up the family records from my mom, rushing to get a marriage license with Hertha. I was driving too fast; I never thought I'd hit Thalassa and
Hertha's car... I'm so sorry
"Which hospital?" Lysander's voice was frosty and tense.
Without wasting a moment, Alaric relayed the hospital's name to Lysander.
Then, without another word, Lysander hung up.
Alaric pocketed his phone and washed his face with his hands, feeling helpless and worried.
Thalassa, please be okay. Otherwise, Lysander will have my head.
After pacing outside the emergency room for twenty minutes, LysanderCcontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
arrived, seated in a contes
David pushing him.
His presence seemed to lower the temperature around them, sending a chilling cold that seemed to seep into the bones.
Seeing him, Alaric was too scared approach, timidly watching as he came closer. His breathing grew tense, and he barely managed to whisper, "Lysander..."
"How did the doctors put it?" Lysander's gaze, cold and deep, fixed on Alaric.
Alaric nervously replied, "They said she hit her head and is in critical condition."