059: Anchored (2)

From South Hill Villa to the hospital where William Smith was located, it took about forty minutes by car, but just as the car reached the foot of South Hill, it broke down.

Owen Moreland performed a cursory check, but couldn't find anything wrong. He told Amelia Clarke, "Don't worry," and then called Benjamin Richardson to immediately arrange for someone to come over.

Having no choice, Amelia Clarke could only sit in the car and wait.

Owen Moreland stood beside the car door, his black coat straight and upright, highlighting his tall and majestic stature—both steady and dependable.

With one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in the other, he exhaled smoke from his thin lips, his deep-set eyes radiating a full-bodied masculinity, both profound and captivating.

Amelia Clarke watched from the back seat, her little heart uncontrollably racing.

Every now and then, vehicles would zoom past, bringing a gust of wind with them.

And so they waited—one hour.