Chapter 185

Miranda suddenly realized Elder Street was near Winter's office. Her heart leaped into her throat, nearly choking her with anxiety. Meanwhile, the driver kept his word; what would normally be a half-hour trip took only fifteen minutes.

As soon as Miranda got out of the car and walked toward the hospital, she heard the wail of ambulance sirens.

“Hurry! These are the second wave of injured people from the Elder Street accident—get them to the emergency room immediately!”

Miranda watched as the unconscious, blood-covered patients were carried from the ambulance. A chill ran down her spine, and she quickened her pace into the hospital.

She gave Winter's name at the front desk.

“Are you a relative?” “Yes. I received a call about her.” “You…” The nurse paused, looking somewhat sorry. “You should go inside and see her.”

Miranda's heart sank as she struggled to steady her trembling hand. She took a deep breath and turned the door handle. The next moment, she saw a body lying on the hospital bed, covered with a white sheet. Her knees went weak, and she almost collapsed.

Just then, a voice called from behind her. “Mimi, why are you here?”

Startled, Miranda spun around. There stood Winter, perfectly fine and lively.

“You scared me to death! Then who’s…”

“Why are you over here, miss?” The nurse who had directed her earlier walked by, frowning. “Your friend is in the room next door.”

Miranda was speechless.

The nurse pointed at Winter. “When you opened the door, she was already standing behind you. Yet you still got it wrong.”

Miranda remained silent. The two friends stood in the hallway.

“Are you still mad?” Winter hooked her finger around Miranda’s. “I’m sorry, okay? Don’t be angry. Haven’t you heard? Getting angry makes you age faster.”

“My dearest Mimi is so beautiful, it would be a shame to get wrinkles from being upset.” Seeing Miranda’s gloomy expression, Winter quickly added, “But even if you get old, you’ll still be the most beautiful and elegant old lady, so…”

Knowing Winter was fine had eased most of Miranda’s anger, and Winter’s playful antics brought a smile to her face.

“Alright, alright. The storm has passed! Don’t be mad anymore, okay?”

“The hospital called saying you were in a car accident. I was scared out of my wits. So what exactly happened? How did you hurt your face?”

Miranda was relieved it was a false alarm, but she frowned at Winter's facial injury.

“I was leaving work and planned to try that new barbecue place. But when I passed Elder Street, there was a chain collision, and some shattered glass nicked my face. Then I fell.”

“I didn’t want to come to the hospital, but the paramedics were worried the injury might have affected my brain. So, to be safe, they brought me in the ambulance.”

It was her first time in an ambulance. Surrounded by other injured people and hearing their groans of pain, Winter had been shaken. Had she been a little closer to the impact, she could have been the one in the emergency room.

Miranda seemed to realize this and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay. You’re alright now.”

The fear in Winter’s eyes melted away, and she smiled. “Don’t you know me by now? I’ve always been ridiculously lucky, escaping danger. But did you really think I was dead?”

Winter was sure that if she had called out to Miranda even a second later, this silly goose would have burst into tears.