The car sped along the way.
Abigail clenched her fists, her heart tightening together, eyes fixed ahead.
Noel Roberts, legs crossed, sat lazily in the car. "You seem to care more about the child than Brandon does. One would think George Piers is your son."
"Young Master Roberts, you're joking." Abigail suddenly heard this and looked up to see Noel's probing glance. She responded casually, but remained tense.
"Oh, really?" he asked with deep meaning.
Abigail acted as if she didn't hear it, focusing entirely on the road ahead.
...
City Hospital.
Pullan, eyes rimmed red, looked at the just-awakened Brandon Piers. "Second Master."
"I'm not dead yet. Why are you crying?" Brandon replied weakly. His chest hurt so much he doubted everything, yet he had to watch a six-foot-tall man enact a sorrowful drama in front of him, making his mood worse.
"But..." nearly so.
