"She hasn't come yet; her phone is here at our counter. If your friend comes, I will hand it to her."
"Okay, thanks for your trouble."
Helen Melendy hung up the phone, feeling even more puzzled.
She knew that if Elly Campbell didn't have some urgent matter to attend to, she wouldn't leave her alone here.
What kind of urgency could it be that she left even without her phone?
The more Helen thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, turning around and pushing the wheelchair towards the store's exit.
Just as she reached the entrance, she heard a commotion downstairs, faintly catching words like "ambulance," "doctor," and such.
Her heart dropped suddenly, her hand gripping the wheelchair's armrest tightly.
A strong sense of panic suddenly occupied her mind.
At this moment, a store clerk rushed inside, seeing Helen, and said:
"Mrs. Jones fell from the escalator and is now waiting for the ambulance."
Helen's face instantly turned pale.
