Silent Circle: The Vow of an Heir

Chapter 10: Deadly Accident

A black sedan sped past the road divider, uncontrollably skidding before finally falling off the overpass.

In an instant, the car plunged, hanging momentarily in the air, before crashing into the road below with a loud thud. The sound of vibrating metal and shattering glass echoed around, creating chaos that shook the atmosphere.

Flames began licking at the crumpled car’s body, sparks of red lighting up the darkness. Panicked screams and discordant sounds suddenly replaced the once lively city buzz.

Amid the chaos, a black sedan lay mangled, fire starting to consume its body. The crowd screamed in panic, most busy recording the horrific incident with their phones while others retreated in fear.

But Darian’s eyes were fixed on the figure behind the cracked windshield. A young woman, wonderful, slumped over the steering wheel.

Her long hair cascaded, her face pale. She appeared unconscious. Kai’s voice echoed in Darian's mind, “She’s severely injured. The car will explode in less than a minute. You have to save her!”

Without hesitation, Darian charged through the crowd. He ignored the shouts and protests from people trying to block his way.

The smell of gasoline burned his nostrils, the heat searing his skin. He reached the burning car, his hand grabbing the dented, bent door handle.

With tremendous strength, he twisted the mangled metal, prying open the shattered car door.

Black smoke poured out, filling his nostrils. Darian got a more straightforward look at the woman. Her face was beautiful but pale, her lips blue.

She had a wound on her temple, blood pouring down and soaking her hair. Carefully, Darian lifted her body, holding her gently. She felt incredibly light, almost weightless.

He cleared the debris and broken glass, stepping away from the increasingly burning car.

Seconds felt like years.

The rumbling sound growing closer echoed in his ears. He had to hurry. With quick and steady steps, Darian carried the woman away from the accident site.

“Boom!” A deafening explosion shook the earth. The shockwave of heat swept over Darian’s body, but he remained resolute, shielding the woman from the flames. As the dust began to settle, Darian knelt, checking her breathing.

Her breath was weak but still present. He had succeeded. Darian had saved a beautiful young woman's life amidst the chaos and human egotism. Now, his next task was to ensure she received medical help.

The dust began to settle, leaving behind the sharp scent of gasoline and burnt metal. Darian knelt beside the young woman, monitoring her uneven, rapid, and irregular breathing. Her skin felt cold, but her pulse was still faint.

Carefully, Darian unbuttoned the woman’s shirt slightly, ensuring her airways were clear.

He began performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, blowing air gently into her mouth, following the artificial respiration techniques he had once learned.

The woman’s breathing slowly improved, though still weak. Darian continued administering mouth-to-mouth, keeping a close eye on her condition.

His panic began to subside, replaced by a gradual sense of relief. He had saved her life. The sound of an ambulance siren broke the silence. An ambulance approached at high speed, its flashing lights blinding.

Medical staff rushed out, quickly checking the woman’s condition. They praised Darian, acknowledging that he had saved her life. After providing initial care, they moved her to a stretcher.

One of the medical staff, a woman with a friendly face, turned to Darian. “Thank you for your help, sir. You’ve saved her life. We’ll be taking her to Javaris Central General Hospital.

Would you be willing to accompany her and provide a statement?” Darian nodded. He felt responsible for ensuring the woman received the best care.

In addition, he wanted to know who the woman was and what had happened. He climbed into the ambulance and sat beside the woman, who lay weakly on the stretcher. The journey to the hospital felt silent, only accompanied by the ambulance siren.

The wail of the ambulance siren broke the silence of Javaris City’s night. Inside the narrow space, there was only Darian, the medical staff, and the young woman lying weakly on the stretcher.

The smell of disinfectant blended with the scent of smoke and gasoline still clung to Darian’s clothes. The woman remained unconscious, her breathing still irregular.

Occasionally, her chest rose and fell, signaling that life was still fighting to survive.

The medical staff, a middle-aged woman with a name tag reading “Dr. Anita,” glanced at Darian. The ambulance’s emergency lights illuminated her caring face. “Thank you for your help, sir.

You’ve saved her life. My name is Dr. Anita. We’re taking her to Javaris Hospital. Would you be willing to accompany her and give a statement to the police later?”

Darian nodded, the sound of the explosion and the pungent smell still lingering in his senses.

“Of course, Doctor. I want to make sure she’s all right.” His voice still trembled slightly, the adrenaline still clinging to his body.

Dr. Anita smiled sympathetically. “She’s fortunate, sir. The wound on her temple is quite serious, but fortunately, it didn’t affect any vital parts. Shock and inhaling smoke are also concerns. We’ll attend to her at the hospital.” She glanced at the young woman, then looked back at Darian.

“Do you know her?”

Darian shook his head. “No, Doctor. I just happened to be at the scene. I saw her trapped in the burning car, and I rushed to help her.”

The atmosphere inside the ambulance felt heavy. Only the siren and the young woman’s breathing broke the silence.

Outside, Javaris City was still pulsing with life, but inside the ambulance, time seemed to drag on, with all focus on the young woman’s struggle for survival. With its tall towers and bright lights, Javaris Central General Hospital loomed in the distance.

The ambulance siren stopped in front of Javaris Central General Hospital. The grand building rose high, illuminated by bright lights promising hope and help.

The atmosphere in the emergency waiting room felt tense, filled with the sharp smell of disinfectant and the faint sounds of conversations. The patient's family members paced anxiously while medical staff hurried back and forth, pushing stretchers and medical equipment.

The medical team wheeled the young woman into the intensive care unit. Darian followed behind, his steps heavy. Dr. Anita approached him, “Please wait here, sir. We’ll examine her condition immediately.

Afterward, the police will need to take your statement.”

Darian sat in the cold, hard-waiting chair. He observed his surroundings, his thoughts drifting. The face of the young woman lingered in his mind, her beautiful, pale face.

He felt responsible for her safety. He hoped she would be all right. He wished to find out her identity soon and what had indeed happened.

The tension in the waiting room was suffocating, interrupted only by the occasional sobs of other patients' families. The moments felt incredibly long, accompanied by the sound of medical staff’s footsteps and the steady beeping of a heart monitor.

The sound of a doorknock broke Darian's reverie. A young police officer in a neat uniform with a serious expression entered the waiting room.

“Mr. Darian Atmaja?” he asked. Darian nodded. The officer motioned for Darian to provide his statement in a separate room.