Matilda Jenkins' hair was drenched, the rainwater mixed with sweat streaming down, Matilda Jenkins let out a long sigh; the ambulance was damn too slow.
The film crew made way for the medical staff, and a nurse placed Scarlett Glenn onto the stretcher and carried her into the ambulance.
Thomas pulled Matilda up from the ground, and the two of them wanted to follow to the hospital, but they were stopped by the people who had rescued Scarlett Glenn.
"We will take her, none of you can follow," said the man.
The man speaking was the leader of those people, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, standing at roughly one meter ninety tall, with a bronze complexion, handsome and robust features, and a straight posture like a pine tree, his gaze sharp and cold, which intimidated those around him.
