The familiar black car from the Whitlock's resident stopped beside Ava and the three guards from earlier arranged Ava's belongings inside the car.
All Ava did was stand by perplexed as she watched this little drama unfold.
"The driver will take you to a hospital, Miss Ava. Those injuries look severe."
Ava took a quick look at her injured body before turning to Fiddlestick. "What is the meaning of this?"
Fiddlestick studied her face. "There is no meaning to it, Miss Ava..."
"Then why are you helping me? Even worse, why are my belongings parked into their car?"
Fiddlestick cleared his throat softly. "It personally belongs to Old Whitlock, but under instructions, you've been permitted to use this car, Miss Ava."
Ava only became more confused. "On whose permissions?"
"Your grandfather." Fiddlestick exhaled softly. "It's unfortunate I couldn't talk your father out of this madness, but regardless, this chauffeur can take you anywhere safe."
