"Let's just go."
Martin tried to push her away, but Fitch persisted, "Don't leave until you make it clear, did you cause Diana's accident?"
"How could she do that? She has no connections, no money." Martin retorted angrily, "Fitch, you've crossed the line today."
As the wheelchair passed by Fitch, he grabbed the armrest, glaring at Serena, "No one is leaving until this is cleared up!"
Martin's look was fiery.
Fitch was equally defiant.
"Who is the patient's family?"
"Diana." Fitch, not seeing Diana come out, immediately stepped forward, "I'm her boyfriend. How is she doing?"
"I'm her blood brother," Martin also stepped forward.
Fitch and Martin, relief etched across their faces, were like survivors of a catastrophe, grateful for every breath they took.
Only Serena maintained a facade of calm, though inside her, a storm raged.
As a nurse wheeled out a gurney, Fitch quickly approached it. Leaning over, he whispered tenderly,
