His Voice Behind the Wheel

Synopsis

Seven months pregnant, I was hit by a car right at my own front door. But instead of stopping immediately, the driver dragged me for dozens of meters. I endured the pain and called my husband, only to hear the line was busy. After the driver finally stopped, she was sobbing on the phone: "Xavier, I think I messed up bad. I... I hit a pregnant woman... What do I do? I'm so scared!" Clutching my belly, I looked at her pleadingly, my voice desperate: "Help me... Please save my baby..." She cautiously approached me, but through her phone I heard my husband's voice: "Is she dead? Half-dead is more trouble than just dead." "Don't worry, I'll cover the compensation." Pain blurred my vision. I forced my eyes open, trying to see the driver's face clearly. My voice trembled: "Xavier... is that you?" My husband Xavier's voice came through the phone: "Mia, who did you hit?" Mia clamped her hand over my mouth, panic flooding her eyes, her voice shaking: "I told you—I hit a pregnant woman on Riverside Drive." "Xavier, I'm