Derek straightened in his seat, his calm demeanor faltering for a moment. “Relax,” he said sharply, though his tone carried a faint edge of worry. He glanced toward her face, Although pretending not to see her, but he couldn’t help but notice the panic in her wide eyes. For a second, he wanted to comfort her—to say something to calm her down—but now wasn’t the time.
“Sebastian,” he called to the driver, his voice steadier now. “What happened?”
Sebastian was already slowing the car and peering ahead. “I think… we hit someone,” he said grimly before stepping out to check.
Annabelle’s hand flew to her chest. “Oh my God. What do we do? Derek, what are we going to do?”
Her voice shook as her thoughts spiraled, but Derek remained silent. He stared ahead, his jaw tightening. “It has started a
