Chapter 175
Haley had come to the DeRoss Group to discuss the Roscente Group’s project and was about to drive away after finalizing the details.
That's when the jarring sound of brakes filled the air.
She whipped her head toward the sound, only to see a silver sports car in motion and a four-year-old child sprinting in front of it.
Hearing the honking, the kid froze in his tracks.
But the silver car couldn't stop in time and collided straight with him.
"Owen!" Haley's heart nearly leapt into her throat.
In a reflex she didn’t even fully comprehend, she kicked her car door open and dashed into the street.
The streets were congested heavily, and by the time she made a run for it, Owen was already airborne from the impact, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Surrounding car horns abruptly faded into meaningless background noise, buzzing incessantly in her ears.
Haley moved as if in a daze, her stride uneven and stumbling as she approached and crouched before Owen. "Owen, how... how are you feeling, does it hurt?"
Then she saw it — the pool of blood spreading from the back of Owen's head.
The color blurred before Haley's eyes like a fog, clouding her vision.
Before her swam the memory from four years ago, the day at the DeRoss family's warehouse.
That night, her labor with quadruplets had been as bloody as the liquid sprawling across the warehouse floor...
Her heart felt pierced with pain...
"Haley, I... I came to see you... I've missed you so much..."
Owen, lying on the ground, managed a faint smile, laboring to string together a complete sentence.
Haley burst into tears.
Meanwhile, the silver sports car behind her roared to life. Taking advantage of the ensuing chaos, it disappeared from the scene with startling swiftness.
The driver was reckless, even colliding with two other vehicles, prompting a chorus of curses from the road.
"Owen, what happened, Owen!"
Alfred arrived belatedly.
Upon seeing Owen bloodied on the ground, the old man clutched his chest and stumbled, overcome with shock.
Brushing away her tears messily, Haley turned to the bodyguard who had run with Alfred. She spoke with a calm tone, "Take care of Alfred. I’ll take Owen to the hospital."
She bent down and mustered the courage to lift the boy from the ground.
By now, Owen had passed out, his face so pale it seemed almost translucent.
Haley was afraid to touch him, but there was no one else to do it.
Her fingertips were stained with blood and a wave of dizziness hit her once again.
She held her breath and with all the strength she could, placed Owen in the back seat of her car. She hit the gas and sped towards the hospital.
In a car streaking off down the street, Alfred jolted awake.
He opened his bleary, aged eyes, staring at the chauffeur. "Did I... did I just have a nightmare? I thought I saw Owen in an accident..."
"Alfred, it was no dream. Owen Has been in a car accident," the bodyguard spoke calmly. Noticing Alfred about to pass out again, he quickly added, “Owen has lost a lot of blood; he’ll definitely need blood transfusions. We should contact the hospital immediately.”
Alfred, clutching his chest with difficulty, muttered, "You... you must be lying to me..."
The bodyguard slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt in front of a hospital. "Mrs. DeRoss brought Owen here," he said tersely.
Alfred glanced up, eyeing a facility whose name he'd never even heard. It was a small establishment, utterly unfamiliar to him.
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