Caden Lockwood drove at a high speed, zooming past, then parked the car by the roadside and dashed out.
Evelyn Morgan lagged far behind him, but she could still faintly see his car and him in the distance.
Her eyes were filled with intense worry, not knowing what had happened to Caden Lockwood, her heart was in her throat, fearing something might happen to him.
Once the car stopped, she, who normally counted every penny, handed the driver a hundred-yuan bill without waiting for change, and chased after Caden Lockwood.
Caden ran frantically and, just as he entered the gates of the residential complex, the ear-piercing and nerve-wracking siren of an ambulance echoed nearby, accompanied by the arrival of police cars.
Caden's steps gradually lightened and slowed, while the complex was crowded with many people, their expressions a mix of curiosity and terror.
The closer he got, the harsher and more rampant the chill around Caden became.
