Chapter 148 - Fabrications and Heartbreaks

The black luxury sedan sliced through the evening like a shadow fleeing from its own darkness, its tires humming urgently against the asphalt. The time read 6:45 PM on the car's dash board. Inside, Rafael Vexley sat rigid in the back seat, his tall frame coiled with tension beneath the crisp lines of his designer suit. His grey eyes, sharp and piercing, stared unseeing at the blurred cityscape whipping past the tinted windows. Marc, the loyal driver with his broad shoulders and steady gaze, navigated the winding roads with expert precision, shaving minutes off the journey. The hospital was thirty miles away, but under Marc's determined grip on the wheel, they covered it in exactly twenty-eight minutes, the engine's low growl a constant underscore to Rafael's mounting dread.