Rebirth of the Vengeful Heiress

Chapter 2: What Cannot Be Escaped Is Fate, What Can Be Escaped Is Choice

When Su Anran opened her eyes, her whole body was in pain, and a sense of helplessness surged up. She wiped her tears with the back of her left hand. Did she survive?

White walls, white sheets, white blankets—yes, this is a hospital. Wasn't she supposed to be in the emergency room? Has she already recovered?

In front of her was a nurse in white clothes. Wait, why is the nurse a foreigner?

She looked at her body, dressed in a hospital gown, with bandages on her arms and legs. The wounds ached slightly. She glanced at her hands and remembered that she hadn’t taken off her engagement ring when she left the banquet, but now there was no ring on her left hand.

Where is this? It’s not Jiangning Hospital...

She looked at the head of the bed, where the hospital's logo clearly read—Seattle Hospital.

Seattle Hospital?!

Su Anran was completely stunned.

Seattle was a place she would never forget. When she was 18, she came to Seattle with her parents for vacation, but a car accident took her parents away. Thinking of this made her tremble.

In her memory, her parents died on the spot while trying to protect her during the accident. She only fainted, so she didn’t see her parents for the last time.

Then she remembered that a Chinese girl in the next bed had died. That was the first time she witnessed someone die, and she cried in fear, immediately contacting her uncle... Su Anran thought of this and felt a tightness in her heart, recalling her uncle saying, "The death of Su Zhu has just been settled, I’ve held back from taking action..."

It turned out that this accident was something her uncle had long planned... She was just an unexpected part of his scheme. In a precarious situation, he had to take care of himself, but he had always planned to kill her.

Su Anran didn’t have time to think more when she heard a commotion at the door, and a little girl was pushed in.

The little girl was also from a car accident, mumbling, "Mom, it hurts, Mom..." Then she watched as the little girl slowly closed her eyes. Su Anran leaned against the head of the bed, unable to move, just like in her memories.

The nurse hurriedly pressed the emergency button and rushed out.

If she didn’t leave now, it wouldn’t be long before someone came in, and she wouldn’t be able to leave.

Su Anran quickly got out of bed, grabbed her phone from the bedside, and walked to the door. She returned to the little girl’s bedside and swapped the card with her name for her own.

I’m sorry. Su Anran silently said in her heart, bowing to her.

Then she hurriedly limped out of the ward.

As Su Anran passed an office, it was empty inside, and a thick red sweater hung on a coat rack. She tiptoed, took it down, put it on, and lowered her head as she walked toward the exit.

November in Seattle was very cold. Even in the corridor, Su Anran was shivering. She knew her parents were already dead, and the nurse would bring people to handle the little girl’s funeral and would also come to tell her the bad news about her parents' death.

She couldn’t contact Su Haiming; it was best if he thought she was dead. Who could she contact? The butler, Uncle Deng? No, if he came out, Su Haiming would definitely know. Su Anran racked her brain for memories from these years; she had to find someone who was most loyal to her father.

Chen Zheng, yes, Uncle Chen. He was her father’s classmate in college, later dedicated to the development of the Su family business, and was a capable assistant to her father. He was responsible for the overseas development of the Su family but had always been at odds with Su Haiming. A year before her engagement, he was pushed out of the board. Now that she thought about it, Uncle Chen and Su Haiming might have had grievances for a long time. If she contacted him, he would believe a yellow-haired girl like her, and he moved around enough not to raise Su Haiming’s suspicion.

She pulled out Uncle Chen’s number from her phone but quickly put it away. If Su Haiming checked her phone, it would definitely reveal her whereabouts. Su Anran looked around at the buildings, wrapped herself in the stolen sweater, and thought she had to leave the hospital vicinity quickly.

Su Anran didn’t know how long she ran until she was too exhausted to continue. She looked at the surrounding buildings and pushed open the nearest door. The sound of wind chimes rang softly, and behind her, winter in Seattle welcomed its first snow.

"Welcome!" A magnetic male voice greeted her.

Su Anran searched her body and found she had no money. She waved her phone in front of him and said, "Telephone, please."

The air inside was warm. The man with yellow skin stood by a brown counter, casually stirring his coffee. He wore a black cardigan over his shirt, had beautiful eyes, and a handsome nose. In the soft light, his profile was very charming. He looked up at the unexpected guest, who clearly didn’t fit the high-end decor of the place.

She wore an oversized, ill-fitting red sweater, her hair was messy, and she was still in hospital pants and slippers. She shivered, and although the heating was strong, it couldn’t warm her.

He smiled and made a gesture for her to proceed, but in his heart, he categorized her as: Asian, patient, no money, very shabby.

The call connected, and Uncle Chen’s voice came through, warming Su Anran’s heart, as if she saw hope. She became a bit excited and incoherent: "Uncle Chen, it’s me... it’s me, I’m not dead, I’m alive. Don’t tell Uncle, don’t tell Uncle that I’m not dead..." As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. The coffee shop owner, hearing her speak in Chinese, curiously listened to her phone conversation.

"Is it Xiao Ran?" Chen Zheng had just received the news of his senior Su Zhu’s death, filled with pain and anger.

Everyone knew that Su Qiankun only favored his younger son and never cared for the elder son, even not allowing the elder son’s wife to enter the door. Su Haiming appeared to care for his brother Su Zhu, but in reality, he must have been extremely jealous. He didn’t believe this accident was a natural disaster!

At this moment, receiving Su Anran’s call, he felt a mix of sadness and joy.

Su Anran calmed her emotions: "Uncle Chen, this accident was man-made. I don’t want Uncle to know that I’m still alive. I have no money now, and I’m so scared alone." She had to act like a timid eighteen-year-old girl, "I’m afraid Uncle will send someone to find me. Uncle Chen, save me."