Joanna Ramsey hurriedly opened the car door, fortunately the vehicle was not deformed.
"Victor Bennett, Victor Bennett, how are you?"
Seeing him with his eyes closed, Joanna was terrified, her voice tinged with sobs.
Victor listened to the familiar voice and slowly opened his eyes. Upon seeing her face, his expression softened, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Joanna..."
"It's me, you... why are you here?"
Joanna nervously asked, then noticed Victor's arm, sliced open by the windshield, flesh and blood mingling, she gasped in shock, her eyes wide with fear.
She trembled, holding back her tears, took out her phone, and started dialing 911.
After she dialed two numbers, Joanna's arm was suddenly grasped and fiercely pulled, yanking her into the car, toppling onto Victor.
As for the phone, it was flung who knows where.
Half of her body pressed onto him, Joanna's cheeks turned red, then she struggled to rise.
