Upon hearing that Charlotte Miller was sent to the hospital last night, Atlas Hallow felt a chill start from his feet, a coldness that spread unrestrained through his veins, as if his entire body was frozen.
What on earth happened to her?
Seeing her pale face yesterday, he assumed it was mostly fright, and thought she would recover after a night at the police station.
During those few hours of the night, he intended to handle everything personally and go bail her out.
But he never expected that she would be sent to the hospital in the middle of the night.
His large hand tightly gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles standing out due to the excessive force, almost turning white.
His foot pressed the accelerator as if it had never been lifted, and no matter how fast the car went, it couldn't mask his anxious heart.
The car shot towards the hospital like a gusting wind.
