New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 267

The rainy night weather stopped people from their activity as they spotted an accident. All the attention was on Abigail's unconscious body lying in the middle of the road. People were gathered around her, whispering in concerned tones, their faces twisted in worry. Some of them had already contacted an ambulance, and the tension in the air was thick.

"Is she breathing?" someone asked from the back of the crowd.

"I think so," a man near her murmured, squinting down at her still form. "But it looks bad."

Before long, the sound of an ambulance's siren pierced through the anxious murmurs, and the crowd parted as the paramedics rushed over. One of them, a woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense attitude, crouched down beside Abigail and checked her pulse, pressing two fingers against her neck. She leaned in, listening carefully to her breathing.

"Her breath's slowing down," the paramedic called to her colleague, worry lining her face. "Her pulse is weak, too. We need to move fast."

Without wasting any time, they carefully lifted Abigail onto a spinal board, securing her before carrying her to the waiting ambulance. As the doors closed, the ambulance sped away, leaving the crowd behind, buzzing with speculation and concern.

Meanwhile, Alexander was driving home, his thoughts still on Mateo and Claire's incident, when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and sighed when he saw his mother’s name flash across it. For a moment, he considered not answering. After all, it was probably just her calling to check in or remind him of some family event. But something tugged at him, urging him to pick up.

“Hello?” Alexander answered, his tone casual.

Before he could even greet her properly, his mother, Joan, spoke in a voice laced with panic. “Alexander! You need to go to the hospital.”

His grip on the steering wheel tightened as alarm spread through him. “What? Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m fine,” Joan said, but her voice was shaky. “It’s Abigail.”

“Abigail?” Alexander’s heart skipped a beat. “What’s going on? What happened to her?”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of his mother’s soft sobbing. Alexander’s chest tightened. “Mum, tell me what’s going on,” he urged, his voice rising with worry.

“She… She was in an accident,” Joan finally said, her voice breaking. “She’s at the hospital, and I’m on my way there now. Please, meet me there.”

His pulse quickened, and without hesitation, Alexander pressed down harder on the gas pedal, his car speeding up as he headed straight for the hospital. His mind raced, trying to piece together what could’ve happened. Just yesterday, Abigail had been fine laughing, talking. How could things change so fast?

As he neared the hospital, his heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. Parking the car in a rush, he jumped out and nearly sprinted to the entrance. The sterile smell of the hospital hit him as he walked up to the receptionist, his breath slightly ragged.

“Abigail Hastings,” he said, his voice strained. “Where is she?”

The nurse at the desk gave him a sympathetic look before pointing down the hall. “Operation room. Just down that way.”

Alexander nodded, muttering a quick “Thanks” before heading in the direction she pointed. As he approached the operation room, he spotted two familiar figures—his mother and Abigail’s mother, both holding onto each other, their faces wet with tears.

His throat tightened as he approached them, his heart sinking at the sight of their grief. “Mum,” he said quietly, trying to keep his voice steady, “what happened?”

Joan stood up, pulling him aside. She wiped at her eyes before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. “It was a car crash, Alex. They hadn’t elaborate further. We both don’t know what actually happened and how severe her wounds are. Mary received a phone call from the hospital telling her that Abigail was at the hospital.”

Alexander felt the ground shift beneath him as his mother’s words sank in. Abigail, his childhood friend, the girl who had always been so full of life, was now lying in a hospital bed fighting for her life. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind struggling to process the news.