Oh my God! What happened to my Winson?!" Rica exclaimed.
"He got into an accident. His car crashed into a post. According to the police, it wasn’t just an accident—someone hit the back of Winson’s car, causing him to lose control," Carlo explained.
"Who was with him in the car?" Ricca asked.
"He was alone. No one was with him," Carlo replied.
Meanwhile, Rica had already woken up in another room. A bright light greeted her eyes.
"Winson! Where are you?!" Rica called out. She tried to get up, but her body was too weak and she had no strength to rise.
Winson’s wife, restless and uneasy, stepped out of the room and walked around. She wasn’t convinced by Carlo’s explanation.
"I don’t believe Winson was alone in that car. I need to investigate this..."
"Hello, Nurse? Were you the one who took care of the patient named Winson Durumio?" Ricca asked the nurse.
"Yes, Ma'am. What do you need?"
"I just wanted to know if someone else was with him during the accident?"
"No, Ma'am. He was
