Chapter 402

Vincent was hurled forward by the car's sudden stop, only to be jerked back by the seat belt. He slammed hard against the seat. While gasping for breath, Charles was on the verge of losing it. "Are you out of your mind? Do you have some kind of death wish?" Vincent smiled. "What's the point of living like this?" Charles had no words other than frustration. He pounded his fist against the steering wheel. "You might be ready to die, but I'm not going down with you!" Vincent's expression hardened. "Take me to the hospital. I want to be with her in the morgue." Charles scoffed, "Really? You're that attached to a stranger's corpse?" Vincent fell silent as if Charles' words hadn't fully registered. Charles' tone turned serious. "Tiffany might not be dead." He locked eyes with Vincent, and after a few tense seconds, a flicker of life returned to Vincent's ashen face. Vincent turned slowly, and his vacant eyes met Charles's. "Was the crash Donald's doing? A setup? Tiff's not dead? The