The elderly man atop the mountain reclined with his arms folded behind him, a frigid gleam flashing in his gaze.
At the same time, Cornel Drake was speeding along the highway.
Glancing at the two gorgeous women in his vehicle, Cornel found himself gulping.
Watson Thompson especially caught his attention—her body and features were absolutely captivating.
"Forget it, Diane alone will do..." Cornel mused internally.
"Cornel, this route doesn't look like it leads to the hospital?" Diane questioned with a frown.
Cornel narrowed his eyes and replied, "Relax, I know a friend who's an amazing healer, way better than any hospital!"
Diane's frown deepened.
Something about Cornel felt dishonest to her.
Plus, the way he kept staring made her skin crawl.
The path ahead grew increasingly dim, and before long, barely any traces of civilization remained visible.
"We should just go to the hospital," Diane suggested, fear creeping into her voice.
