CLARK’S POV

Aurora was losing a lot of blood, and if I hesitated to take her to the hospital, she might die in my arms.

I quickly lifted her onto my back and rushed down the stairs as the workers stared at me in shock.

“Will you all keep staring, or will you open the car door?” I said sharply, irritated by their delay.

One of the female workers, whom I barely recognized, quickly rushed forward and opened the door.

I carefully placed Aurora in the back seat, then shut the door and returned inside the mansion.

“Listen, all of you,” I said firmly. “I don’t want anyone telling my...