Lizetta's phone erupted with the voice of Thaddeus's caretaker, Zora, snapping her awake from the couch with a jolt. Panic-stricken, she called out for Bess, not bothering to change as she hurried outside. Bess quickly grabbed a thick coat and rushed out of her room to follow, both darting out the front door and into the elevator.

Lizetta tried to ask Zora for more details, but the call was filled with the chaotic sounds of nurses urging family members to hurry, before abruptly cutting off. Thaddeus had been on the mend lately; how could this be happening?

Bursting out of the elevator, Lizetta quickly found the number for Dr. Alman, Thaddeus's primary physician, but there was no answer. At that moment, the hospital called to inform her that Thaddeus was in critical condition.

Without a doubt left, Lizetta, disregarding the storm, dashed out of the building. Security guard Dean drove up, with Zora helping an anxious Lizetta into the car, where another guard, Ansel, sat in the passenger seat. They sped away from Pine Villa towards the hospital.

The weather had taken a turn for the worse; it was a quiet night with few cars on the road, allowing them to make quick progress. Sitting in the back seat, Lizetta was beside herself with worry, Bess holding her hand, trying to offer comfort.

"Ms. Gardenia, try not to panic. If Dr. Alman's not answering his phone, he's probably already at the hospital working on Mr. Gardenia. Everything's going to be okay, just don't stress too much..."

to Mr. Dashiell's phone..." Initially thinking it was just the bad weather affecting the signal, Ansel's

a glaring headlight suddenly

light before her. "Watch out!" "Protect the lady!" Shouts filled the car, but Lizetta couldn't make out who was yelling. In a split second, the

that critical

swerve,

of the car and instead scrape past the passenger side, sliding far off in the rain before crashing

"Bess!" Bess's head slammed against the window, and as Lizetta, fought

sticky blood

however, didn't stop. Its glaring lights shifted direction, piercing

the seat.Dean, regaining his senses, shook his head vigorously and reversed quickly while drawing his gun and firing at the truck's driver's seat. The sound of tires screeching was deafening as bullets pierced through

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