His Voice Behind the Wheel

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: