She really hadn't expected it; she had no chance to worry about anyone else.
Because Caleb Sterling, who was driving, suddenly wasn't acting right.
Sierra Summers initially didn't notice Caleb Sterling's unusual state.
But as the car slowed down more and more, Sierra Summers finally looked at Caleb Sterling, "What's wrong..."
Halfway through her question, her face changed dramatically.
Caleb Sterling's profile was drenched in sweat, pouring like rain, without exaggeration, veins popping, his arm straining so much that his suit was stretched taut, bulging, with muscles clearly visible.
Her mind went blank.
What was happening?!
Why did Caleb Sterling look so uncomfortable?!
Was he sick?!
Or had something happened??!
The worry in Sierra Summers' heart surged up to her throat, her face filled with tension, "Caleb Sterling! Caleb Sterling! Stop the car!! Stop the car!"
