The corridor fell silent. Even the drop of a needle would have been audible.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the emergency room door finally swung open.
Cindy rushed forward to intercept the doctor. “Doctor, how is my son?”
“There’s no immediate danger to his life, but he may never be able to walk again. Please be prepared for that,” the doctor replied.
“What?” Cindy staggered back, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. She grabbed the doctor’s hand desperately. “Doctor, he’s my only son. You have to save him!”
If rk were to be disabled, he’d lose any chance of inheriting the Sumner Group. Richard would never hand over thepany to someone unable to walk.
The doctor pushed her hand away and shook his head. “I’ve done all I can. The patient will be moved to a regr ward soon, You can visit him there.”
Cindy spun around to face N and charged at her. “N, you wretched woman! You’ve done this to my son. I won’t let you get away with it!”
Before she could reach N, Damon stepped in and blocked her path. He stood between them, preventing any harm froming to N.
Cindy was so agitated that sheshed out at Damon, trying to p him.
Cyrus‘ face turned pale as he quickly grabbed her.
“Are yo
re you out of your mind?” Cyrus demanded.
Cindy shook him off, her eyes red. “Yes, I’m mad! My son is crippled, and I can’t even vent my frustration? It’s all N’s fault. I should never have let her marry rk. I regret it so much!”
She copsed onto the floor, tears streaming down her face. She cried and pounded her chest like a mad woman. rk was her only child, herst hope for the future. Seeing him turned into a cripple was more painful than death.
Cyrus grabbed her and pulled her up, his voice stern. “Go see rk in the ward first. We’ll deal with the leg issueter.”
With that, he dragged Cindy away.
Damon turned to N, who had remained silent, and said softly, “Don’t me yourself too much. This isn’t your fault.”
N took a deep breath and looked up at Damon. “Uncle Damon, this wasn’t an ident. Someone <b>tried </b>to kill me.”
When the van charged at her, it had shown no signs of slowing down. If anything, it had elerated. The intention was clear.
“I’ll look <b>into </b>it. If it turns out to be deliberate, I’ll find out who’s behind it,” Damon assured her.
“Thank you, Uncle Damon,” N replied.
“Let’s go to the ward,” Damon said.
As they reached the ward, they saw two police officers standing at the door. When they noticed N and Damon, they approached them.
“Ms. Jayston, we need to take your statement regarding this morning’s ident. Is this a good time for you?” one of the officers asked.
N pressed her lips together, her voice hoarse. “Yes. Is it alright to do it here?”
“That’s fine,” the officer answered.
The officers and N took a seat on a bench outside the ward, and the questioning began.
No one noticed that Cyrus‘ face momentarily darkened
After the statement was taken, which took about half ah hour, N couldn’t help but ask, “By the way, was the driver who caused the ident arrested?<b>” </b>
“The driver died on the spot. Tests showed that he had alcohol in his system, so he was likely driving under the influence, which caused him to lose control of the vehicle,” the officer replied<b>. </b>
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