Chapitre 104: Sarah Is A Whore

Elma's POV:

My mind was in a mess as I kept thinking about what I could do to stop her bleeding. Just then, some police bikes approached my car and said, "Stop the car."

"I can't stop," I scolded from my window...

"Is there a problem with your brakes?" The officer asked, and I shook my head in denial. "She is dying; I need to hurry to the hospital."

Amber stood by the window. "My mother is bleeding," she cried out. I was driving at more than normal speed, and I hope they understand.

"It's Elma Wistold; she has a patient in her back car," he announced to the other officers. "We will accompany you to the hospital, ma'am," he said, and I got scared. "She fell on her own."

I didn't want them to arrest me; I didn't do anything. "There is a health center five minutes from here; you should stop there first," he said loudly, and I looked around; the city hospital was still an hour away.