Not even ten seconds after she sent the message, her phone rang.
The caller ID read: Adrian Quincy.
Claire Sinclair answered immediately. "Mr. Quincy!"
A man's concerned voice came through the phone, "Why are you at the hospital? Are you sick?"
"No, no! Phoebe Lockwood accidentally fell and split her head open. She was bleeding a lot, so I brought her to the hospital. Her family isn't here yet, and the doctor won't let me leave."
"I'll come pick you up."
Claire Sinclair was taken aback. "Uh… you're done already?"
"Which hospital?"
"The First Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University."
"Wait for me."
With that, he hung up.
Claire Sinclair let out a soft sigh. 'I really hope he gets here soon. I want to go home.'
Some time later, a middle-aged couple came rushing down the hallway and stopped right in front of Claire Sinclair.
One was Governor Bernard Lockwood. The other, a woman who bore a strong resemblance to Phoebe Lockwood, was undoubtedly her mother.
