After a short stroll, Olivia gave an excuse to go to the toilet and called Sean.

"What's the situation, Sean?"

Sean's voice sounded anxious. "It's bad. When I got here, I heard that Troy's arms are seriously injured. As for Jacqueline, she's unconscious and covered in blood.

Olivia frowned. "His arm? But he's a designer. He'll lose his mind if his arms are disabled."

Sean knew how it felt. His legs were crippled in the past, after all.

"I've already asked someone to investigate the driver. It's the same story as before. The driver was driving under the influence of drugs. He's a single man who's also an addict.

"He overdosed before he started to drive, and he died at the police station after he was captured. There are no other leads. It's a dead end."

Olivia could feel the rage Sean was trying to suppress.

"Calm down, Sean. Why don't I go over and take a look? I might be able to save Troy's arms."

"That's right. You're a great doctor. But my mother…" Sean's brows remained fu