On the way to the hospital, Lilian kept raising her hand to cover her face, trying to calm the terror churning inside her.
She couldn't help but be scared, couldn't stop the panic. Dave was her blood relative, her beloved older brother who cared deeply for her. Hearing he was hurt felt like her heart was being ripped out.
Morrison, driving beside her, couldn't bear to see her like this. When they stopped at a red light, he gently took her hand from her face, holding it tightly in his own, soothing her.
"It's going to be okay."
As Dave's close friend, Morrison was just as shocked and furious upon hearing the news. Seeing Lilian so distressed, his first thought was to make Clark pay—badly.
Lilian's other hand still shielded her face, so Morrison couldn't tell if she was crying. He only saw her tightly biting her pale lips behind her hand. The anger he felt earlier over her sudden breakup faded, replaced now by burning rage toward Clark.
