A strong sense of urgency and panic caused Stanley Batton’s eyes to well with tears.

Opening the main door, he dashed through the wind and snow, carrying Xyla Quest into his black Bugatti Veyron.

He fastened the seatbelt on his wife to prevent her from falling over before getting into the driver's seat himself.

He didn’t even bother putting on his seatbelt before speeding away from the house.

A black Bugatti Veyron could be seen on the flat tar road as it accelerated at top speed. It was a magnificent sight.

Stanley focused on driving as he spoke to Xyla. “Xyla, hang in there. We’ll arrive at the hospital very soon.”

However, she didn’t respond at all.

Her face had turned pale, her breathing growing weaker by the second.

She seemed like a fragile flower on the mountainside that was about to fall off.

It was as if any gust of wind could easily cause her to fall and be crushed into pieces.

Stanley’s heart ached at the helpless sight.

He rarely felt afraid throughout his life b