CHAPTER 278

ARIA’S POV

When my dad, Neal, and Nathan rush into the hospital, their faces are etched with deep worry. The moment they see me, their expressions shift to one of shock and concern. I must look terrible—my eyes red and swollen from crying, tear streaks marking my cheeks. My usually composed demeanor is shattered, leaving me raw and vulnerable.

My hair is disheveled, stray strands sticking to my damp face. My lips are quivering, and the dark circles under my eyes are more pronounced against my pale skin. The emotional toll is etched into every feature, making my pain more obvious.

Seeing me like this, they refrain from saying anything against Adam. Their usual criticisms are absent, replaced by a shared concern for him and me.

“How is Adam?”

“What happened?”

Neal and Nathan ask in unison. Stella steps forward to explain the situation, her voice steady as she recounts the events leading up to our arrival at the hospital. She tells them about the car, Adam’s heroic act, and the subsequen