Through tear-blurred vision, I saw Ethan standing frozen, Victoria still clinging to him dramatically. His face darkened with rage as Lucas carried me away.
Lucas's driver opened the car door before we even reached it. "Fastest route to the medical center," Lucas instructed as he settled me carefully in the backseat.
The journey passed in a blur of pain and anxiety. Lucas maintained a respectful silence, occasionally offering reassurance when he noticed my distress.
At the medical center, Dr. Marcus Fletcher was waiting. His familiar face brought a small measure of comfort as he examined my injured hand.
"The cuts are deep," he observed, cleaning the wounds carefully. "But there's no permanent damage to tendons or nerves. You were lucky, Mrs. Winters."
I nodded numbly, watching a
