"Ella, don't blame yourself, I will give my deceased brother proper closure," Arthur Lindsey's face was grim with unprecedented ferocity; this person would not get away!
"...sob... Arthur... who could be so cruel..." Ella Lacey's eyes reddened as the surging flames continued to burn; there was no longer any hope for the plainclothes bodyguard's survival.
"It's okay, Ella. Don't be upset. You should leave the scene now,"
Arthur comforted her in a soft voice, "These aren't things you need to worry about."
"...okay." Ella knew her capabilities were limited at the moment, powerless to intervene in many matters.
After the police had cleared the congested scene, she slowly pressed the accelerator and drove at a steady pace to the hospital.
Initially, her urgent desire to visit Yolanda had gradually relaxed.
Or rather, the accident on the way had made her somewhat disconsolate.
Arriving at the hospital ward.
