Victor Bennett steadied himself, sharply turning his head, his eyes filled with rage.
He saw Fiona Grantham lying in a pool of blood, crying out in pain.
Victor stared at the bright red blood, completely stunned.
After a brief moment, he frantically rushed over, wanting to hold Fiona, but not knowing where she was hurt, he didn't dare to move her.
He could only cradle her upper body, which could still move, in his arms.
"Phoebe, Phoebe, how are you? Don't scare me!"
The driver was also frightened, scrambling out of the car, looking at the blood, dumbstruck.
"No, it wasn't me, she suddenly dashed out."
"Shut up, call an ambulance!"
Victor's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted loudly.
The driver was startled by the shout, then pulled out his phone and started calling 911, his voice shaking with fear.
Fiona leaned against Victor, her face pale with pain.
"Victor, it hurts, it hurts so much..."
