Miguel's face turned gray, his psyche replaying the last discussion he had with Joanna. "I'll be there quickly," he snapped, finishing the call.
"Gio," he woofed, his eyes blasting with fierceness. "Take us to the educating clinic."
"What did Vincent say occurred? Is Joanna alright?" Gio asked, concern bound his voice.
"There's no time for questions, Gio. You will find out once we arrive." Miguel snapped, his body unexpectedly feeling so hot.
"Showing clinic it is," Gio answered, his voice low and grave.
The vehicle sped through the roads, its tires shrieking as it lurched around corners.
Miguel's brain was dashing as quick as the vehicle, his contemplations twirling with outrage and dread.
"Anna did this," he growled, his knuckles becoming white as he grasped the armrest. "How coul
