Rain felt a bit dizzy as she watched Matt get out of the car to confront the driver of the vehicle that had just rear-ended them. She glanced at her wristwatch, then back at Matt, who was engaged in a tense conversation with the other driver.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her mobile phone. The caller ID displayed an unknown number, but she answered it anyway.
"I heard you’re taking over the Obsidian Order case. How are you feeling, Prosecutor Clayton? I hope you’re still in one piece," a man’s deep, baritone voice taunted from the other end, followed by a sinister laugh.
Rain’s grip tightened on her phone as the man continued, his voice dripping with nace. "I trust you’ll make a wise choice handling this case, Prosecutor Clayton. It would be a sha if this beca your first and last case as a prosecutor."
A cold chill ran down Rain’s spine, but she kept her voice steady. "Who is this?"
The man chuckled darkly. "Let’s just say I’m soone who values discretion. Rember, not every fight is worth picking. Take care, Prosecutor."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Rain staring at her phone with a clenched jaw. She glanced out the window, watching as Matt continued his conversation with the other driver.
This was no ordinary accident. Soone was already watching her, and they wanted her to know it. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. Whoever was behind this wouldn’t intimidate her so easily. She had a job to do, and she wasn’t about to back down. But one thing was clear: the Obsidian Order case was even more dangerous than she had anticipated.
Matt returned to the car, his expression serious. "The driver claims his brakes failed, but I’m not buying it. Are you okay?"
Rain nodded slowly, her mind still on the disturbing phone call. "Yeah, I’m fine. But this was no accident."
Matt’s eyes narrowed as he processed her words. "Did sothing happen?" he asked, noticing how tightly Rain was gripping her mobile phone. His gaze shifted back to her. "Did you just get a call?"
Rain hesitated for a mont before deciding to share. "I just got a call from soone, more like a threat. I need you to trace the number."
Matt’s expression shifted from concern to alarm. "What did they say?"
"They implied that this case could be my first and last as a prosecutor if I don’t handle it wisely," Rain said, her voice steady despite the unsettling situation. "Make sure you check on the driver and the car that hit us too—"
Rain’s words faltered as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. She instinctively touched her temple, trying to steady herself, but her vision blurred.
"I’ll take care of it, but first, let’s get you to the hospital. We need to make sure you’re alright," Matt insisted, his tone firm.
Before Rain could argue, the world around her went dark, and she slumped into unconsciousness.
When Rain regained consciousness, she found herself in the familiar ergency room of Clayton University Hospital.
"How are you feeling?" a voice asked. Rain blinked several tis, trying to focus.
"Alexander?" she breathed, staring at the man before her from head to toe. He was dressed in jeans and a shirt that was sared with grease and dust. His usual polished look was replaced by a rugged appearance, more typical of soone working on cars or machinery.
Instead of answering his question, she blurted out, "What happened to you?"
He looked down at his soiled clothes and then back at her with a slight smirk. "Long story. Let’s just say I had to lend a hand where it was needed."
Rain frowned, her thoughts still hazy. "You look like you’ve been working on repairing cars."
"Not exactly, but close enough. How are you feeling? Do you rember what happened?"
She touched her head, feeling a dull ache. "I rember the accident... and then..." Her eyes widened slightly as the mory of the threatening phone call ca rushing back. "I need to talk to Matt. Where is he?"
"He’s just outside, dealing with the driver and so paperwork," Alexander explained, his tone becoming more serious. "But don’t worry about that now. The doctors say you’re going to be fine, just a mild concussion."
Rain sighed in relief, but her mind was already racing. "I need to get back to the case. There’s sothing... I think this was more than just an accident."
Alexander’s expression hardened. "I had a feeling you’d say that. But first, take it easy. We can figure everything out once you’re a bit more steady on your feet."
Rain stared at Alexander with narrowed eyes, her mind struggling to process the sight before her. She pinched her own skin, wincing at the pain. She was indeed awake and not dreaming. "Why are you here? How did you find ?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
Before Alexander could respond, a familiar, taunting voice cut through the room. "Look who’s here! I heard my half-sister was rushed into our ergency room, but I didn’t expect to see her husband as well."
Rain turned to see Dina approaching her bed, her smile tinged with mockery as she looked between Rain and Alexander. Dina’s pristine white lab coat, a symbol of her role as a dical intern at their father’s hospital, contrasted sharply with Alexander’s dirt-streaked appearance. Rain couldn’t help but wonder how soone with Dina’s attitude could be trusted with saving lives.
"So, you’re Rain’s so-called husband," Dina sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "What good are looks if you’re covered in dirt like that? Did you co rushing here straight from working on junk cars?" Her eyes glead with a cruel amusent as she belittled Alexander. "Well, I suppose it’s to be expected from my illegitimate sister. At least she got sothing out of it—so looks, I’ll give her that."
"Dina!" Rain’s voice was sharp, her face flushed with anger.
Dina’s eyes widened in feigned innocence as she fluttered her lashes and tilted her head slightly. "What?"
"Since you’re here, why don’t you introduce your husband to Dad? I’m sure he’ll be thrilled and might even let you see Aunt lanie," Dina said, her lips curling into a smirk as she relished the discomfort she was causing.
Rain turned to Alexander, who stood with a tense jaw and furrowed brows. His posture was rigid, his eyes dark with frustration. She bit her lower lip, her gaze darting between Dina and Alexander, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the hospital blanket.
"You’re mistaken," Rain said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dina’s brows knitted together in confusion. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a questioning half-smile. "Is he not your husband?"
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