Eloise was vehemently glaring at the driver when she heard a sudden call from behind.
She was staring blankly ahead, then her gaze instantly softened.
Eloise turned around abruptly and sped toward Madeline.
Eloise, still very emotional, reached out her hand to touch Madeline’s cheek. “Eveline, how are you? Are you okay? How’s your leg? Let me see.”
Eloise squatted as she spoke, reaching out her hand, gently touching Madeline’s twisted ankle. It
was clear that Madeline’s ankle was red and swollen.
“Are all of you sick in the head? If you want to reminisce, go home! Don’t get in the way of my delivery! ” snapped the truck driver, his head poking out from the window.
Jeremy lifted his cold, stern eyes. “Do you think you’re still in the right when you’re the one speeding? Someone had clearly fallen on the road, yet not only did you not stop, but you continued to speed. Do you want your license to get revoked?”
Looking at Jeremy’s cold, steadfast, handsome face, the truck driver immediately realized that this was not someone he could afford to offend. After all, he was indeed speeding, and he would be in trouble if they were to investigate this. He then turned his steering wheel and timidly drove away.
Madeline looked at Jeremy, feeling glad that he showed up just in time.
She then noticed that Eloise was still examining her wounds, so Madeline bent down and held Eloise’s hand.
“Mom, I’m fine. Get up now, quickly. We’ll head home.”
“How can you be fine? It’s so swollen!” Eloise’s expression showed that she was very worried and very stern. “Jeremy, where is your car? Take Eveline to the hospital now. It’s no small issue if she broke her bones.”
Jeremy nodded as he heard that. “ I’ll get Linnie to the nearest hospital now.”
As he spoke, he swooped Madeline into a bridal carry.
Eloise followed closely behind.
However, before they could go far, Madeline forcefully tugged Jeremy’s collar.
“Jeremy, wait.”
She called out to Jeremy.
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