Wendy and I had only met once, but fate was unpredictable. She struck me as someone very dark and stoic, but strangely, I was not afraid of her, nor felt any despise towards her. To some extent, she felt real to me.
I heard the sound of the car door being closed. I put away my phone and looked out of the window. I saw Hendrix standing next to his car, helping a young girl get out of the car.
It seemed that both of them were injured. The girl seemed to be unconscious and things looked a little serious. Hendrix's body was covered with dust, and his cheek was scratched on one side.
I quickly got out of the car and sprinted towards him. "How did you end up like this? What happened?"
Hearing my voice, Hendrix looked back at me. He was stunned for a moment and said, "We ran into some trouble on the way back here. Why are you here?"
"Uncle Charles is back. Aaron asked us to have dinner with them!" While we were talking, I saw clearly that he was holding Estella, the girl who worked at the company's front desk. Hendrix put her in the car and said, "Okay, but we have to take her to the hospital first."
I nodded and saw a boy running towards us. He was the boy who proposed to Estella in the lobby that day.
"Mr. Roberts, I'll go with you!!" He spoke and glanced at Estella, who was unconscious in the car, with a nervous and worried look on his face.
Hendrix nodded and motioned for him to get into the car.
Seeing Hendrix get ready to drive, I noticed that he was injured and scratched, so I raised my hand and gently pulled him. He stared blankly at me with confusion.
"You are injured. Let me drive instead!" After that, I got into the driver's seat and started the car.
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