"What's going on?" someone exclaimed, scrambling to avoid a car that was speeding through the area.
Too late to escape fully, they stumbled and fell to the ground, only to rise and glare at the vehicle. "Who the hell is driving that thing?"
Onlookers exchanged worried glances, realizing the driver could have seriously injured several people with such reckless speed.
The tires screeched violently as the car came to an abrupt stop, drawing curious gazes from bystanders who wondered about the identity of the driver.
Ezra emerged from the vehicle, entirely unfazed, his cold, hardened gaze immediately signaling he meant business as he shut the door with authority and strode toward the hospital entrance.
