The child was theirs. Ethan Blackwood's grief couldn't possibly be less than hers… How could she have been so reckless, running off like this, even driving? He must be worried sick.
She needed to go back.
Yes, back.
Lily Anderson didn't dare to touch the car again. She pulled out her phone, about to call Ethan when a soft knock appeared on her car window.
Ethan?
Lily quickly turned her head, only to see Alex Carter's refined and gentle face outside the window. His features were elegant, and his soft smile gave off an air of warmth.
Alex?
Lily rolled down the window, puzzled, asking, "What are you doing here?"
"I was passing by and saw this car parked here. I recognized it as one of Ethan's," Alex replied in his usual calm, soft-spoken manner.
Ethan's license plate was as conspicuous as his personality—bold and unrestrained.
Alex bent down slightly, glancing inside the car. "You were driving alone? No wonder there was a mishap. Come on, get out."
"What mishap…"
