Credence was in the driver's seat. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and stomped on the accelerator.

The car sped forward like an arrow that was loosed from a bow. His entire body shook along with the movement of the car. His dark pupils were red, and his vision was blurry. He couldn't see very clearly.

He was worried about Dorothy, who was lying unconscious in the operating room. He was also worried about Belle, his precious daughter who only had six months to live if they couldn't find a suitable match for her bone marrow. He thought of the child in Dorothy's womb that might end...