"Screech—"
On the road, the sound of a forced emergency brake was heard.
An exaggerated drift, on the ground, drew a beautiful arc as a red Ferrari stopped in front of her.
Emma Smith wasn't hit directly, but she was grazed by the car and fell to the side of the road.
"Stupid F*ck! What are you doing jumping out on the road like that!" At this moment, the passenger door opened and a woman in a sexy short skirt shouted out obscenities.
The woman's voice wasn't very loud, but it could be heard clearly in front of the sparsely populated hospital entrance.
She was a bit dazed, maybe because she was scared by Thomas's condition earlier or because she was frightened by the sudden appearance of the car. In any case, she fell to one side, her legs elegantly tilted, and her long hair hung down. Only the bag she had just been holding tightly flew out of her arms.
At this moment, the man in the driver's seat got out of the car.
