My grandmother lived in the same neighborhood as us and needed to be sent to the hospital immediately.
But Bruce drove away, thinking only of finding his beloved girl.
I had been with Bruce for seven years, and we had been engaged. But at that moment, I suddenly felt he was very strange.
It seemed as if he had never loved me.
I didn't have time to think about it. I quickly called him and asked him to send my grandma to the hospital.
After all, my grandma’s condition was urgent. It was hard to get a taxi in the middle of the night, so we couldn’t delay.
I ran all the way to my grandma's house while dialing Bruce's number, but I couldn't get through to him.
I could only carry my grandmother to the side of the road, trying to stop a passing car for help.
My parents divorced when I was young, and each of them had their own family. My grandmother raised me and was the only relative who treated me well.
I didn't want anything to happen to her, so I was very anxious.
Very few cars passed by, and they all drove over quickly, so I didn't have any chance to stop them.
The rain gradually got heavier.
At first, I just couldn't get through to Bruce, and later, he turned off.