"Ah! My child, somebody please, help me," I wailed, turning toward the car that just hit me. The headlights still pointed directly at me, their brightness harsh and unforgiving. I could feel blood running down my head, the bandage wrapped around it barely holding. My head was yet to heal from the surgery."My goodness, oh my God, we have to get you to the hospital," the man who stepped out from the driver’s seat said, his voice urgent and tinged with panic."No, I’m fine. My baby, just make sure my baby is fine, please," I cried, my lips trembling uncontrollably.The second man, dressed in a well-tailored suit, came down from the car’s back seat. He bent down and gently lifted my child, carrying him back to the car he had come from. The driver helped me up, and I stumbled into the back seat, my wet dress clinging to me uncomfortably.I had no control over my sobs and tears at this point. I peeped at my son in the man's arms as he checked him, my heart aching with worry."Liam, drive b
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