Unbuckling her seat belt, Ivana turned to look at the guy on the back seat, who was hunched over himself.
"Hey, how are you?!"
The man with the broken nose dropped the hands that had been covering his face, realized that he was still alive, and finally drew a breath.
"I...I'm OK!"
She pushed open the car door. Ivana rushed out of the car and sprinted towards the yellow Ferrari.
By now, the garbage truck had also stopped and the driver was also rushing towards the Ferrari.
Ivana opened the car door. She grabbed an ornament from the windshield of the Ferrari, forcefully puncturing the airbag. Her hand grabbed Garrett Granville's shoulder.
"Hey, hey, wake up..."
"Is he... is he dead...?"
The garbage truck driver trembled as he asked from behind.
Ivana looked at him without uttering a word. "Call an ambulance now!"
"Oh, oh... I... I'll get my cell phone..."
