"Ensure everything is under control and call the police immediately," Ricard instructed as he pulled out his phone, eyes never leaving Emma while his assistant hurriedly followed his orders.
After ending the call, Ricard turned to Emma, his gaze softening. "We need to get to the hospital right away. I'll take my assistant's car to drive you there."
But Emma shook her head, the pain not clouding her judgment. "Use my car," she rasped, her voice hoarse but firm. "I can't just leave it here."
Ricard looked at Emma with mild surprise. "Your car?" he asked, curiosity lacing his voice.
Emma nodded and pointed toward a nearby sports car. Ricard walked over, and upon seeing the car up close, he couldn't help but be astonished. It was a powerful, masculine sports car with a sleek black finish. The car was customized with fine details, from the wheels to the custom LED lights. This wasn't the type of car he imagined someone like Emma would drive.