"Now tell me what it is."
The words were calm, but the firmness in Anna's voice made the atmosphere in the room suddenly heavy.
Daniel looked at his wife in disbelief.
For a brief moment, he considered brushing it off. He could simply tell her it was a careless driver or some unfortunate accident. It would save her from worrying.
But Anna continued to stare at him.
Her gaze was steady, unwavering, almost as if she had already figured out the truth and was simply waiting for him to confirm it.
Daniel slowly exhaled.
There was no point pretending.
"I believe the accident was done intentionally," he finally said.
The moment the words left his mouth, Anna's expression hardened.
Her fingers tightened slightly around his hand.
On her way to the hospital, Anna had already thought about it countless times. The fear had been overwhelming, but beneath that fear was another feeling—something that kept whispering that this wasn't simply an accident.
