Chapter 909

“Damn it, Aaron, you—ah, hell…” James’s head slammed into the seat, making him howl in pain. The car came to a screeching stop, smoke billowing from the hood. But the scariest part wasn’t the damage to the car—it was the sight of the driver’s side, crumpled from the impact. Aaron sat there, his face growing visibly paler. He glanced at his trapped arm, then slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice, “Call 911. Don’t call the police.”

“What do you mean, don’t call the police? Who’s going to pay for my car?” James groaned, clutching his throbbing head.

“I’ll pay. I’ve been drinking,” Aaron muttered, his words earning a string of curses from James.

When Lena opened her eyes, it was 5:30 a.m. Despite having gone to bed late, she woke early, her mind unusually alert. She stared at her surroundings, familiar yet strangely distant. It took her a few seconds to remember—she had moved back home from Aaron’s place the previous night.

Letting out a deep sigh, she grabbed her phone and saw a local news alert on the screen. The headline read: Another Car Crash Involving a Luxury Vehicle; White Family’s Young Master Injured. There were many people with the surname White in Seavora, but only one was called the “young master”—James.

Lena’s heart sank. She had watched James and Aaron leave together the night before. Scrolling further, she found a blurry photo taken when the ambulance arrived. Despite the poor quality, she immediately recognized Aaron in the image. Her chest tightened as she quickly dialed the hospital emergency line. “Hello, Dr. Gabriel. Can you tell me how the people injured in last night’s car crash are doing?”

“There were four separate car accidents last night. Which one are you asking about?” the doctor asked.

Four accidents in one night? Is the Grim Reaper trying to meet a quota? Lena thought grimly. She clarified, “The one involving James—the White family’s young master. How many were injured, and how serious is it?”

Chapter 910

“Two people were hurt. James’s injuries aren’t severe, but the other person is in bad shape. The news didn’t mention him, but it’s Aaron—the mysterious young master of the Ace family,” Dr. Gabriel replied, his voice lowering as he spoke.

Aaron’s background had always been shrouded in secrecy, and his time spent abroad only added to his low profile. The Ace family had always shielded him from public attention.

Lena felt her chest tighten. “What’s his condition? Is it life-threatening?”

“No, it’s not that serious. His arm is injured—a fracture.”

Lena closed her eyes, exhaling in relief. Dr. Gabriel chuckled lightly and asked, “How do you know them, Lena?”

“Thank you, Dr. Gabriel,” she said curtly before hanging up.

Images of Aaron getting into the car last night flooded her mind. He had been driving, and she suspected he had been drinking. People always praised him for being steady and reliable, but hadn’t he just done something incredibly reckless?

As Lena fumed silently, her phone rang again. The caller ID showed her mother. It was clear she had already heard about Aaron’s injury.

“Mom”

“Lena, is it true your uncle is hurt?” her mother, Mrs. Lane, wasted no time getting to the point.

“Yes, I just found out,” Lena replied, but before she could explain further, Mrs. Lane interrupted her.

“You were living with him! How are you only finding out now?”

Lena glanced around her room, biting her lip. She couldn’t tell the truth, so she said, “He got hurt while he was out, not at home.”

Mrs. Lane paused for a moment before scolding, “You’re so heartless! How could you not know your uncle got injured and didn’t come home all night?”

Lena felt a headache coming on.

“We’re heading to the hospital right now. You should get there too,” Mrs. Lane added before abruptly hanging up.