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"Pull over!" Arianne shouted, heart in her throat, the hand clutching the handle of the car door trembled, palms sweating from anxiousness.

If Magnus doesn't listen to her, she would jump out of the car whether he stops or not. She just wanted to check on Dante, whose condition was critical, as the system reported. 

Magnus could also perceive her bold intentions from the corner of his eyes, and his irises constricted, clearly not happy with her immense concern for the man. The hand gripping her arm tightened. He didn't say anything and only pursed his lips.

The sounds of her heartbreaking cries became louder as the seconds passed by. It was like a knife cutting his heart, severing his tendons, and breaking his bones. So excruciating than the feeling of his death. The hand maneuvering the car almost crush the steering wheel.