Chapter 742

Chapter 742:
Milton, unconscious and bleeding, showed no signs of awakening. His injuries were unknown.
The white car before them was largely wrecked, the status of its driver shrouded in uncertainty.
Their actions had inevitably led to consequences for both parties involved. Candice’s phone was broken, and Milton’s device was depleted. Immediate assistance was not an option.
The factory was eerily devoid of people before sunrise, resembling a majestic yet deserted graveyard.
Her thoughts were a tangled knot. She felt a sinking helplessness, her back damp with sweat.
The only option that presented itself was to ensure the swiftest medical attention for Milton. The Bentley was relatively unscathed. It was possible she could operate it. Her task was to reach the closest medical facility. With this plan in mind, Candice hastily unlatched the door. Despite minor deformities, it thankfully swung open.
Carefully, she maneuvered Milton to lie sideways. Fearing the possible fractures in his ribs, she looped her arms under his and cautiously shifted him to the passenger’s side. Milton’s unconscious bulk was a formidable weight, requiring every ounce of her strength.
Next, she deflated the deployed airbag.
Subsequently, Candice slid into the driver’s seat and started the Bentley. As the vehicle rumbled into motion, she felt a stroke of luck that the luxury car could still function despite the disastrous accident.
Yet, her hands trembled on the steering wheel.
The accident seemed to have ignited her post-traumatic stress disorder, but she was struggling to keep it under control. Despite her efforts, she found it hard to ignore the feelings of suffocation, chest tightness, racing heart, and discomfort.
She was unable to drive. Now what?
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She cast a glance at Milton, lying unconscious next to her, his eyes closed and breath barely perceptible. The sight of him in this state stirred feelings of anguish and fear within her.
In the end, her resolve was steadfast. She couldn’t let anything happen to him.
The pain of losing her parents and her child was insurmountable, but losing Milton was a thought she couldn’t bear.
“Please be safe,” she said, her voice gravelly with concern.
Despite the tremors coursing through her body, she maintained a firm grip on the steering wheel, clenched her teeth, and put her foot down on the gas pedal.
Her vision swam with the speed, but she shook her head, desperate to keep her focus sharp.
Finally, the Bentley sped away from the factory, heading toward the main road.
Her destination was Harmony Hospital.
She kept her foot on the pedal, accelerating the vehicle. Red lights, double yellow lines, and one-way roads be damned. She disregarded every road rule she encountered.
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