The night had fallen, and winter nights always came early. Lin Banxia suddenly felt her heart racing uncontrollably, a deep unease curling tightly around her chest.
She paced back and forth in the room several times, her hands clasped tightly together, but the sense of foreboding refused to dissipate. Fear began to take hold of her entire being.
Suddenly, the phone on her bedside table rang!
Lin Banxia felt as though she could hear her own heart pounding like a drum, her mind momentarily blank.
She hurried toward the phone and saw that it was Qi Han, Yan Ting's assistant, calling.
Lin Banxia's beautiful eyes froze in place, hesitant to pick up. Yet in the next second, driven by urgent anxiety, she snatched up the phone and pressed it to her ear.
"Young Mistress, the young master was in a car accident and is being rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment," Qi Han's voice was laced with both urgency and panic.
