"My sister is recording a show over there. Something happened to the production team, and I’m worried about her."
I didn’t say "Mia’s" name, only referring to her as "my sister." I was afraid if Joe knew I was worried about Mia, he would tease me again, calling me "soft-hearted" or "too much of a pushover."
Joe nodded knowingly and didn’t press further. Instead, he smiled and said, "Alright, once your injuries are treated, I’ll have the car and cash ready for you. But in this state, you might want to be careful. Who’s going to recognize you?"
I didn’t respond—whether or not anyone recognized me didn’t matter. The important thing was, I had to get to Mia as soon as possible. I was afraid my parents would cause her more trouble, and even more afraid that she would suffer in the hospital.
