Chapter 217.
Drystan held onto the hospital wheel, one hand pushing it forward, while the other held onto Rosealba’s cheek, shaking her gently with fright carved onto his face.
“Sunshine…” he shook her bloodied face, his heart shaking against his chest.
He had witnessed the accident.
It was brutal. Deadly. And planned.
The truck driver had targeted her. The moment he brushed her car and pushed it into a tree, he ran off immediately, zooming into the air like it had all been rehearsed.
Immediately, he forwarded the truck number to Eric, asking him to investigate it.
Thank God he was there. Thank God, because the police had taken too long to come. If he hadn’t been just minutes behind, Rosealba would’ve bled longer. Maybe to death.
Now, it brought him to the question.
Where was she going to?
Being in denial didn’t mean he wasn’t right.
She seemed like she had been driving to go see him. It seemed like she was headed straight for his estate.
His heart thrummed harder in his chest.
He had
