Mason Hawkins frowned and asked again, "He has always been an excellent driver, and at that time there were few cars and pedestrians. Even with the slippery roads from snow, it seems unlikely he would have gotten into an accident."
Amelia lowered her eyes, still smiling faintly, her tone laced with a hint of mockery, "Who knows? Maybe he was too distracted by thoughts of a certain woman and lost focus. Probably only the traffic police would know the specifics."
There was a brief silence in the hospital ward.
Mason looked at the man on the bed and asked her, "Amelia, you still love him, don't you?"
Without lifting her eyes, Amelia continued to look downwards, her gaze unfocused as she spoke indifferently, "Is it interesting to discuss this kind of thing at a time like this?"
