Chapter 130 The Cold Night in Las Vegas

The wheelchair slid towards the middle of the road, with cars continuously passing by. Drivers swerved abruptly to avoid Mary, resulting in the screeching of tires and the urgent sound of brakes. Bright headlights nearly blinded Mary, her heart pounding in her throat, making it hard to breathe. She clumsily tried to move the wheelchair, but amidst the traffic, she dared not act rashly. Cars sped by, their blinding lights causing her dizziness and fear. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, sweat trickling down her forehead, and her heart raced as if it would leap out of her chest. Just when Mary was on the verge of despair, George hurried over. His face was ashen, eyes filled with shock and anger. He quickly stopped several cars, standing in front of Mary, and then rushed to the middle of the road to push her back to safety. Once Mary was back on the sidewalk, she was too terrified to react, sitting there in a daze, unable to speak. Her hands tightly gripped the wheelchair's ar