Norris Moore's mind buzzed, and she croaked, "You…" Her throat tightened, and she couldn't utter a word. The blood coursing through her veins seemed to freeze in that instant, and her heart pounded loudly in her ears.
"At the city center hospital, VIP ward."
Norris didn't say anything and hung up, rushing out immediately.
Once in the car, she told the driver the address, and he cautiously asked her, "…Um, do you want me to call an ambulance for you first?"
Her face was reflected in the car window, and she looked terribly pale, sick like she had just caught a severe illness, her lips ashen.
Norris struggled to speak, "… It's my friend who's sick… A very, very good friend." The pain in her heart prevented tears from falling, "Sir, could you please hurry? She might be dying soon…"
She pressed her hand against her face, feeling the cold sweat on her palm. How could this be? How could Amelia be in the hospital? What had Norton Foster done to her? Why was she in the hospital?!
