Antony's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but when Iris insisted on going to St. Andrew's Hospital, he caught her determined look in the rearview mirror and knew arguing with her was pointless. He couldn't change her mind.
Antony sighed lightly and told the driver, "Forget the villa, head to St. Andrew's Hospital instead."
The silence in the car was almost killing everyone in this vehicle. The driver's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the car's pace was so slow it was as if he was hesitating with every turn, clearly sensing that something was off.
"Please drive faster because I am feeling really bad now, thank you in advance." Iris said to the driver with a tone a little bit impatient, she didn't know why. Iris sat in the backseat, her gaze shifting between the rapidly passing scenery outside the window and Antony's tense figure, her mind seemed like a tangled mess of doubts growing harder to unravel.
