The truck hit her from the side, sending her crashing onto the harsh tar in a pool of blood.
Xavier ran to her in horror, afraid he might be met with an even harsher reality.
But that didn’t stop him as he knelt before her lifeless body.
“Jade?” he called, hoping she might respond, even though he knew very well that hope had already died inside him.
He quickly picked up her blood-soaked body.
He didn’t care how they were going to do it—he just wanted her standing on her feet again, no matter what.
Some nurses took her from him and rushed her into the operating theatre.
He sat still in the private room, waiting for news about his wife.
He knew what he was going to hear, but he stubbornly hoped he would hear what he wanted—because if not, the whole city would feel his wrath.
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