54 Tearing Pain

Mark appeared calm. Lana 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?"  Lana had just woken up and had yet to take a sip of water. She found her throat 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 Mark’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."  Lana 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 r