Chapter 71. Anger

As Emma stepped out of the hospital, the cold night air felt both biting and refreshing compared to the tension in the emergency room. The parking lot in front of her was nearly deserted, with only a few cars quietly parked under the dim streetlights. She quickly made her way to her car, but just as she was about to open the door, a familiar figure appeared in the distance, steadily approaching her.

The streetlight illuminated the man’s face, and there was no mistaking it—it was Jackson. He stopped his car not far from her, then quickly got out. Jackson walked up to Emma, his gaze heavy with the weight of thoughts swirling in his mind, as if he wanted to crush her under that burden.

Jackson’s expression was terrifying. His brows were furrowed tightly, and his eyes burned with an intense fire. He was breathing heavily, his muscles visibly tensed with each breath, showing that he had rushed here, probably without resting for a second since receiving the news. The tension w