"I never had to do things I didn't want to before. What's changed now?" Serena looked up at Martin, her eyes brimming with heartache. She hadn't expected to see his true colors at such a critical moment.
"Serena, this is about my mom and my sister's lives. Please, I'm begging you." Martin suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Serenaâs wheelchair, grasping her hands earnestly as he pleaded.
Serena felt both hurt and furious. "That cellphone was the last thing my dad gave me before he passed away. You're essentially asking me to trade my father's life for your mom and sister's lives. How can you be so heartless, so cruel?"
Just then, a young nurse hurried over, clutching a critical condition notice, urging Martin to sign it.
Martin was out of options. He knelt on the ground, dignity abandoned, begging Serena desperately.
But Serena shrugged off his hands, pressing a button on her wheelchair's armrest to wheel away.
The young nurse watching the scene felt a pang of sympathy, and even Dora and June, standing not too far off, couldn't believe how cold Serena could be.
After all, Martin had sacrificed so much to save Serena.
Now, all he wanted was the cellphone which could potentially save two lives.
Although they didn't know the secrets hidden within that phone, Serena's actions were undoubtedly breaking Martinr's heart.
Martin stood up, looking utterly defeated, and glanced at the notice in the nurse's hand.
"Can I have a little more time?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Perhaps moved by Martin's plight, or maybe because she thought he still had a chance, the nurse nodded without pushing him further to sign.
At that moment, Fitch approached with an autopsy report in hand.
"I got permission from the truck driver's family to conduct an autopsy by a professional. This is the authoritative report. They found undigested medication in the driver's stomach, a drug that is different from sleeping pills but has a much stronger effect. It induces sleep, hallucinations, and makes one sleep deeply and soundly."
Fitch shoved the report into Martin's hands. "This proves that the accident was no coincidence â it was orchestrated!"
"Fitch, I'm really busy now. I don't have time for this." Martin, frantic and feeling helpless, dialed Arabella's number, telling Fitch, "I need to speak with Arabella. My mother's condition is critical. We can talk about the driver's case later."
Fitch stepped aside, waiting quietly.
"No." Martin said, a mix of helplessness and sorrow in his voice. "She won't give it up." New chÄ pter avÄ ilable oÕ¸ He had never asked her for anything before, and the one time he did need her help, she refused.