While Susan Dudley was out with her food cart this afternoon, a sudden downpour reduced visibility, causing her electric tricycle to crash into a tree. She was knocked unconscious on the spot.
Isla Prescott had been in a panic ever since she got the call from Uncle Dudley.
She immediately hailed a cab and rushed to the hospital.
Susan Dudley hadn't woken up yet. Jude Dudley sat by her hospital bed, his face etched with worry. As soon as he saw Isla Prescott, he quickly stood up and came over.
"Isabelle!"
"Uncle Dudley, how's my mom?"
"The roads were slippery from the rain. Your mom crashed, and she was thrown from the cart. She didn't just hit her head; she also fractured her left arm." Jude Dudley glanced at Susan Dudley on the hospital bed and lowered his voice. "Come outside with me. We can talk in more detail there."
Seeing Jude Dudley's grim expression, Isla Prescott had a feeling he had even worse news, and her sense of panic intensified.
