What Separates Me and You

Chapter 101 This Woman's Dying

There was a barely noticeable pleading look in Sierra's eyes as she hoped Lewis wouldn't embarrass her.

Seconds passed when Lewis retracted his gaze and nodded. "Indeed."

Sierra subtly heaved a sigh of relief and lowered her face to hide her satisfied smirk.

"Is that so?" Quintin's brows knitted close. For some reason, he didn't believe the couple's claims. After all, a dog couldn't produce the knocking sounds he had heard.

"Well? Why are you still here? Get out," Damian snarled while sternly glaring at his son.

With a curt "oh," Quintin turned on his heel and left.

Josephine leaned back into the seat, tugging at her collar as she found it harder to breathe. beneath all that smoke. Not to mention, the little window gap let in chilly but thin air. She parted her lips, greedily gulping for air but failing. Her lungs started to burn with time.

When Quintin returned to the car, he knocked on the window to ask, "Hello? Is anyone in there?"

Turning to the side, Josephine saw the former bending over and examining the car's insides. Unfortunately, he had unlikely seen her since the windows were heavily tinted. Desperate, Josephine slammed her knuckles against the window again. Perhaps it was because her hand had gotten sweaty, but it allowed the silhouette of her palm to show on the window.

Quintin noticed it and immediately jolted backward. Then, he watched as the hand slid down. the window limply. "Shit."

It took him a moment to compose himself before he realized, "Oh my God. There really is someone in there."

He walked to the roadside, picked up a stone, and wanted to break the car window. Yet, he couldn't help hesitating when he saw the fancy car plate. Ultimately, he phoned his best friend, saying, "Get here. You have five minutes. Hurry! Someone's life is at risk!"

Before his friend could even respond, he hung up. Subsequently, he knelt and researched the car's lock mechanisms online while trying to pick at the car's locks with whatever he could find. Alas, it was useless as he didn't have lockpicking skills.

That friend named Jack had come to the event with Quintin, so he only took less than three minutes to rush over with a tool kit. "Quintin, I've installed the bug in your dad's car, so you'll be the first to know whenever he goes out with a woman."

Quintin lightly slapped the back of Jack's head before replying, "Shush! Keep it between us!

Anyway, can you unlock this car?"

Indeed, Quintin had shown up unannounced to the party to install spy cameras in his father's car. That was because his mom had recently been paranoid, claiming his dad was seeing another woman. She argued to get a divorce and even forced Quintin to help her gather evidence; that way, she could claim all possessions and leave Damian with nothing after the divorce. Although it bothered Quintin to resort to such rotten tricks, he agreed for his mother's sake.

Jack felt around the car lock and door handle before sighing. "A Maybach? Gosh, it will be challenging, but I can try. You'll have to wait over there, so we won't draw too much attention.

People crowded the area, but no one noticed the two breaking into Lewis' car since a hedge blocked the view. Jack grabbed his toolkit, circled to the other side, and knelt to tinker with the lock. Meanwhile, Quintin stood guard on the more visible side of the car. He smoked a few cigarettes for nearly half an hour. By then, he impatiently asked, "Can you do it?"

"I almost got it," replied Jack, who wiped off the sweat on his forehead. He twisted his tool sideways, then heard a soft click, making him sigh in relief. "It's open!"

Quintin hurriedly rushed over and looked inside the car, only for his jaw to fall agape. There was indeed someone in the car-it was a woman dressed in a white sweater. She had a red apron on while her ponytail had loosened so much that stray hairs cascaded over her shoulders. The hotel's outdoor lighting shined into the window from behind the woman, casting a glow that outlined her body in a dreamy, ethereal way.

"Quintin, what are you looking at? Quintin!" Jack raised his voice a little to snap Quintin out of

that daze.

Right away, Quintin helped Josephine out through the driver's seat. "Hey, are you alright?"

Josephine opened her eyes, her vision still blurry from the lack of oxygen. She couldn't see clearly and only heard a loud whirring in her ears. Immediately after, she passed out.

"She doesn't look well, Quintin. Should we send her to the hospital?"

After brief hesitation and inspection of the unconscious woman in his arms, Quintin clenched his jaw and said, "Get my car."

"On it!"

It wasn't long before Jack returned in Quintin's inconspicuous white Ford. Right away, Quintin carried Josephine into his car. He sat in the backseat with her, constantly checking her temperature. Although she was still breathing, he didn't want to let his guard down entirely. Eyes darting toward Jack, he urged, "Hurry up!"

"I'm going as fast as I can," Jack complained.

That garnered a sigh from Quintin, who looked down at Josephine with concern. Even though she was unconscious, her beauty still made Quintin's heart race. Cheeks turning a tinge redder, he wondered, "She's probably a student."

Just as he became deeply enthralled by Josephine, the car came to a screeching halt before the hospital. Jack announced, "We're here!"

Quintin brought Josephine out of the car in one fell swoop and dashed into the hospital at lightning speed. "Is there a doctor? This woman's dying!"

His frightening call got answered at once. Several nurses and a doctor rushed to examine Josephine's breathing. After confirming she was frail, the doctor ordered them to move her into the emergency room. Only then did Quintin relax his tense jaw. He slumped onto the chair, legs weakening as he muttered, "Damn, I'm tired."

"Who is that lady?" Jack asked.

Quintin leaned his back against the wall while shaking his head. "No idea."

An awkward silence filled the air briefly. Then, Jack asked, "Quintin, don't you think the owner of that car will punish you for taking her?"

That made Quintin freeze as he suddenly realized the car belonged to Lewis, whom his father treated with utmost politeness. Even so, he couldn't understand why Lewis had locked Josephine up. He mused, "That lady was wearing an apron. Perhaps she's his housekeeper?"

The emergency room doors suddenly opened to reveal the doctor who had checked up on Josephine earlier.

Quintin didn't want to waste a second, so he brushed his thoughts aside and asked, "How is she?"

"She experienced asphyxiation. Her body had a severe lack of oxygen. Fortunately, she arrived in time for us to oxygenate her. She'll be okay after her body takes in some oxygen."

"I see. That's good to hear," Quintin responded.

Josephine got transferred to a regular ward. The doctor had instructed the nurses to keep an oxygen mask on her for two hours. That way, the amount of oxygen in her body could be regulated.

By then, Quintin wasn't sure if he should stay or leave. His main concern was whether he should inform Lewis of this. Yet, that was when his phone rang with a call from his dad. Not thinking much, he answered it, only to hear Damian's furious yells.

"Where the hell are you, you piece of shit? Get back here!" Damian thundered so loudly that

Quintin's ear ached. "Do you hear me? Get back here. I'll break your legs if you don't return in ten minutes!"

"Yeah, yeah," Quintin hung up after saying that. He knew deep down that his dad had somehow found out about what he did.

On the flip side, Damian hung up before turning to chuckle nervously at Lewis. "Apologies for the trouble my rotten son caused you, Mr. Alvarez. I'll teach him a lesson once he gets here."

Lewis stared at his empty Maybach with such a frosty gaze that it could ice out anyone. His voice sounded grim as he said, "You've raised quite a considerate son."