Warren's pov
When I saw the white gauze wrapped around her head, I felt inexplicably blinded.
"What happened last night?"
Of course, I had asked Chris to call me to pick her up, but how could this happen again. I waited all night without getting a message, and the phone was off.
If Kenneth had not told me to have him pick me up early in the morning, I would not have known anything had happened to Chris.
"There was an accident at dinner with friends. Luckily, my uncle saved me." Chris briefly told how it had happened.
"Uncle, thank you for saving Chris."
Kenneth did not answer, and I am not surprised at how cold he's always been toward us in the Wilson family.
"Chris, let us go home."
Chris's Pov
Before walking toward Warren, I approach Kenneth and whisper, "Thanks, Uncle."
He smells strongly of tobacco. It's not hard to imagine how many cigarettes he smoked last night.