The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

He was a mechanic, so he must be well–built. His hands would probably be calloused but gentle–he certainly picked his words carefully, so it would make sense that his actions would be precise, too.

He was probably a touch old–fashioned, so maybe he’d wear a proper suit. And maybe, just maybe, he’d wear a tasteful yet playful tie–make an inside joke out of something silly she had texted him about a movie or dinner or something. Elena smiled as she recalled some of his confused responses to her daily updates.

As the crosswalk light turned green, Elena decided to call her husband. She stayed on the sidewalk to fiddle with her phone and pull up his contact.

Just then, a truck came speeding around the corner. It blew right past the red light–within arm’s reach of Elena herself and didn’t even stop for the cars stuck in traffic up ahead. Instead, it crashed right into one.

The other car spun with the truck, both of them scraping up against other vehicles. The chain reaction accident spilled out into a horrible, disjointed mess.

Despite the number of screams and car alarms and horns blaring, Elena remained calm.

Before her trip to Las Vegas, she might’ve written all this off as a horrible tragedy. But Elena knew now that something this terrible had to have been planned.

The most obvious suspect was Tyler Morello. He was pissed to get played by Massimo, and Don Morello was a notorious sore loser.

Between the timing of the truck and her normal bus being delayed, Elena knew Don Morello had tried to kill her. Or maybe he just wanted to send the message of how easily he could–that she better wise up and come join him while she still could make that choice.

Or maybe this was a way to get back at Massimo.

Either way, one thing was clear: this tragedy was Tyler’s revenge.

So many people were injured. It would take too long for emergency services to get to the scene of Tyler’s crimes. People would die today–all because Tyler was a sore loser.

Elena couldn’t let that happen. Not when she still had her medical supplies on her. Not when Tyler was only throwing a fit because of her.

Elena became a doctor to help people. If she walked away from this, she would be unworthy of her profession. More importantly, Elena would never forgive herself if she walked away.

Elena tightened her grip on her bag as she walked closer to the site of the accident. She quickly dialed her roommate’s number.

“Hey Aria, there’s been a car accident downtown.”

“Oh my gosh, Elena,” Aria’s frazzled, worried voice replied “are you-”

“I’m fine,” Elena cut her off. She ran through a mental list of all her medical supplies and prayed it would be enough to save everyone. “But I won’t be able to meet my husband for dinner. There’s too many people here who desperately need a doctor.”

Aria took a long, calming breath. “That’s awful, but I’m glad you’re okay. You really can’t catch a break, huh?”

“No,” Elena said shortly. She knew her friend was trying to heer her up, but Elena couldn’t afford the distraction right now. She needed to quickly survey the area and catalogue all injuries.

Aria stayed silent for a long moment before asking, “Is there anything I can help with?”

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