Caroline, on the other hand, stood off to the side with a faint, satisfied smile curving her lips.
Meanwhile, Dominic’s expression grew darker by the minute. His grip on the armrest tightened until his knuckles went white.
Finally, ten minutes passed.
“Get her out,” he ordered sharply.
They pulled Hazel from the water. Her body was pale and trembling, her lips nearly blue. She’d swallowed so much water that she could barely breathe, but even then, she forced herself to speak, her voice shaking. “I did it… Now please… save my mom.”
Dominic frowned, pulling out his phone to make the call. But before he could finish dialing, Caroline let out a small, startled cry.
He turned immediately, only to see a thin line of blood running down her finger.
Without a second thought, he hung up the phone and rushed to her side.
“Dominic!” Hazel gasped, clutching at his pant leg. “Help my mother first—”
But he yanked his leg free, his voice cutting cold as ice. “Do you have any idea how severe Caroline’s blood phobia is? If anything happens to her, can you take responsibility?”
And with that, he left without looking back.