51 Tearing Pain

Freiherr appeared calm. Calantha couldn't help but recall that he hadn't answered her calls before she fell unconscious. "How could you end up in a car accident?" Calantha had just woken up and had yet to take a sip of water. Her throat was parched, making speech a struggle. "I don't know. I can't predict accidents." Her words emerged with difficulty, her voice resembling a hoarse, broken cello. Her voice shocked Alexandra, who tightly gripped Freiherr’s sleeve, attempting to mask her fear and panic with an air of composure. "Then have a good rest. Someone will manage the company's affairs. And don't bother calling me next time. I don't have time for your problems. It's quicker to involve your friends." Calantha froze. She hadn't expected Mark to say such ruthless words. She had turned to him in a life-threatening situation, expecting help, only to be told not to call again. She had survived this time and was spared her life. Would she be fortunate enough to remain