Richard looked down at her, his heart twisting when he saw her tremble with the force of heaving out the next round of anguished sobs. He had no idea how badly injured her mother was.
All he knew from the photos that were sent to him was that the other driver in the collision had died on the spot and that Angela’s mom had been unconscious when they ferried her to the hospital.
Whether or not Angela’s mother could survive remained a variable.
Just then, Angela held the door jamb for support as she got to her feet. She was still sobbing as she looked up pleadingly at the man in front of her, then said, “Could you at least let me call my dad and let him tell me how my mom is doing? Please?”
Richard nodded slightly in agreement, relieved that she was settling for a call instead of leaving.She was just about to walk out when her legs caved under her weight and made her stagger. Sensing this, Richard quickly reached out to hold her, his arms wrapped securely around her frame as he steadied her. He assessed her pale face and how feeble she was, then asked quietly, “Can you walk?”
Angela straightened up when she heard this. With her back stiffened, she walked toward the conference room where he and his men worked. This was her silent protest against his heartless display earlier.
As soon as she arrived in the conference room, the four men working in front of their computers glanced up at her worriedly. They could tell she had been crying just from looking at her red and puffy eyes, and they grew even more concerned.
“Don’t worry, Miss Meyers, your mother will be fine,” Trevor comforted softly.
“Do you have a video of the car crash?” Angela asked hoarsely. “I want to see it.”
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