Peter Aria found out that Aubree Groove had brought another injured person to the hospital and immediately rushed over.
"You're not hurt, are you?" Peter Aria asked, his gaze filled with worry.
Aubree Groove shook her head, "He saved me."
A tall young man stood with his back to Peter Aria. Peter had intended to thank the young man, but when he turned around, Peter got a clear look at his face.
"You?" Peter Aria's eyebrows furrowed, his expression gloomy.
Virginia Frost's son... naturally, he didn't have many positive feelings for him. But considering he had saved Aubree Groove, Peter Aria didn't voice his feelings.
"Uncle Aria," said Nicholas Drake, his voice hoarse and his eyelids drooping.
Peter Aria's replied coldly, "Mmm, where are you hurt?"
"Bullet grazed my shoulder, my right arm is fractured and my shin is burned," Aubree Groove replied at once.
Peter Aria coldly instructed, "Sit down."
