Gregory quickly braced himself against the seat.
It turned out the car had just come out of an alley and made a turn, and Gregory hadn't quite settled into his seat.
"Apologies, Mr. Sinclair," Martin said.
"It's fine," Gregory replied, leaning slightly toward Anathea. The warmth of his presence brushed faintly across her face.
He straightened up and created some distance between them before saying, "Drive more carefully."
Martin nodded repeatedly, but the very next second, his phone rang.
"What?" he said.
Anathea watched as Martin's expression instantly changed the moment he heard the voice on the other end.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress his emotions. "Take Mom to the hospital first. I'll head over soon," he said.
Anathea caught the tremor in his tone. He was genuinely scared.
"Is everything okay?" she asked.
"My mom got into a car accident. She's being taken to the hospital," Martin said, breathing heavily.
"Pull over ahead and take a cab to the hospita
