Christy sat beside the car, feeling a chill run through her body as the rain poured relentlessly. Her clothes were soaked, and her short wine-colored hair clung to her forehead.
Minutes passed, and finally, the piercing sound of a siren reached her ears. Help had arrived at last.
An ambulance truck pulled up next to the damaged car, and the paramedics swiftly went into action, extracting the two men and the driver and placing them on stretchers.
Christy sighed, her lips trembling uncontrollably as she observed the scene. Just as she was about to leave, a blue Lexus pulled up in front of her.
The window rolled down, revealing a young man in his mid-40s with gray hair and dark sunglasses. It was none other than Dr. Ford. Relief washed over her at the sight of him.
"Uncle? You came," she exclaimed, her tension easing.
"How could I not? When I heard you were with those brats!" he exclaimed, causing Christy to frown in confusion.
Trying to clear the air, she said, "I wasn't with them, I just..."
"Enough talk. What are you still doing out in the rain? Hop in!" he interrupted, leaving Christy with no choice but to enter his car.
"So, where should I take you? Home or the hospital?" he inquired.
"The hospital," she replied hesitantly, unsure if it was the best decision, but the words slipped out of her mouth.
Dr. Ford paused for a moment, studying Christy with a thoughtful gaze. "Alright, hospital it is then."
Driving behind the ambulance, the ride was silent except for the wailing siren.
"You know, your aunt Amelia will be beside herself with worry. It's past eleven already," he broke the silence, stealing glances at the girl seated beside him.
Guilt immediately filled her, not wanting her aunt to be overly concerned. "Ah, that. I didn't have a phone with me to reach out to her."
"You can use my phone, but before that, tell me why you were with those brats and why you want to accompany them to the hospital when you have people worrying about you at home."
Christy paused, her gaze fixed on the side view of Dr Ford's face before averting her eyes by rolling it upwards, this man was already jumping into his own conclusion.
"Uh-uh, don't you dare scowl at me." He caught side of her facials.
"Uncle?! When did I scowl?" She famed innocent with her shoulders shrugged. Her short locks were still dripping water. Right now, she looked different from her previous self few minutes before the accident.
"You did. Now answer my question."
Christy let out a deep sigh and mumbled, "I think you're really getting old. Your gray hair isn't just for show."
"What? Were you talking to me?" he asked, a frown forming on his face as he focused on the road.
"I wasn't talking to you."
"Alright, now answer my question. Don't try to change the subject."
....
Finally arriving at the hospital, they were directed to the VIP ward where the two patients were being treated.
Christy sat beside Uncle Ford, her mind drifting to the young man she had glimpsed inside the car. Not being able to see his face only intensified her curiosity, like a mischievous cat.
But the other guy... she turned to look at Uncle Ford, who met her gaze with a reassuring smile. Suddenly, a thought clicked in her head.
"Uncle, why do you refer to them as brats?" she asked, referring to the young men who had just been involved in an accident and we're currently receiving treatment.
"They are brats! That's why I call them that!" he replied, his tone firm.
Hearing his response, Christy had to muster all her willpower to refrain from facepalming. Some things never changed with him.
"Can't you give a more reasonable answer?" She let out a tired sigh and turned away. He could be such a pain in the ass. She knew all too well what it was like to live with him and his son all those years.
But going back to her suspicions... Could it be that the other guy was Noah? The way Uncle Ford referred to them as brats could imply that the two men were Noah and his boss!
Christy suspected it could be Noah because Uncle Ford only referred to Noah as a brat. But the other guy...
Christy gasped softly at her own realization. But she knew she couldn't jump to conclusions just yet. It could be Noah and someone else entirely. Considering his vast connections among socialites and wealthy individuals, it could very well be another person.
But what if it truly was his boss? Christy pondered silently. Maybe she should just ask Uncle Ford directly, but the old man had a knack for being difficult... sigh...