Did Nancy Get into a Car Accident?
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"What kind of deal?"
"You want money, right? I happen to want this bracelet. Ten million, and you sell it to me," Fiona blurted out.
"Ten million?" Nancy sneered. "This bracelet is worth a hundred million. You're asking me to take a loss."
Fiona gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, a hundred million it is."
Although it was expensive, as long as she bought the bracelet, marrying Lucas would be worth it. A hundred million would be nothing compared to the billions she could gain. Sometimes, you have to lose a little to gain a lot.
"Am I hearing this right? Just the other day, I heard from my mother-in-law that Miss Fiona is no longer favored. I’m curious, where are you going to get a hundred million to give me?"
"That’s none of your concern. I’ll get you the money," Fiona said impatiently.
Nancy retracted her wrist, hiding the jade bracelet back in her clothes, while glancing at the "Divorce Agreement" in Fiona’s hand.
"No matter how much money you offer, I won’t sell the bracelet. Also, thank you for reminding me, Miss Fiona. According to our country’s marriage law, during a divorce, property can be divided equally. It seems I should indeed draft a new divorce agreement to clearly divide the assets between Lucas and me."
"What did you say?"
Fiona clenched her fists, hardly believing what she had just heard.
Nancy was being shameless, pushing her luck.
"Nancy, stop right there! You’re penniless. How dare you demand a share of Lucas’s assets?"
Seeing Nancy get up to leave, Fiona frantically wheeled her chair after her, her emotions running high.
Soon, the two of them reached the hospital entrance.
The street outside was bustling with people and vehicles.
Fiona was so focused on chasing Nancy that she didn’t notice the car coming from the right until it was too late. Her wheelchair was right in the middle of the road.
Bang!
The wheelchair was instantly knocked over, and Fiona fell to the ground with a thud.
When Nancy turned around at the sound, she saw Fiona and the wheelchair overturned.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran back.
Fortunately, they were in front of the hospital, and emergency doctors soon arrived, rushing Fiona into the emergency room.
When Nancy ran over, only Fiona’s phone was left on the ground, splattered with warm blood, emitting a strong metallic smell.
She picked it up and immediately covered her mouth, vomiting uncontrollably.
She kept vomiting until her stomach was empty, and she was almost spitting bile before she felt slightly better.
Just then, a man got out of the car and glared at Nancy, "Hey, are you the family of that person?"
Nancy was about to say no when the man continued, "Listen, I was driving normally, following all traffic rules. She ran a red light. It’s got nothing to do with me."
"No, you caused the accident. You have to wait for the police," Nancy grabbed him.
The man, extremely impatient, pushed Nancy away, "Enough already! I told you it was her fault. Don’t think you can extort money from me or make me pay for her medical bills. Not a chance."
"Get out of my way. I’ve got things to do."
The man walked past her, got into his car, and drove off quickly.
Nancy frowned deeply, smelling the strong alcohol on him.
This man was clearly driving under the influence, yet he had the nerve to blame someone else.
Silently memorizing the car’s license plate and the man’s appearance, Nancy hurried into the hospital.
She didn’t have time to argue with this man. Fiona’s life was what mattered now.
If Fiona really died…
She couldn’t imagine it.
Lucas would surely hate her.
The bright red light above the "Emergency Room" sign glared down at her, and Nancy’s legs felt weak.
She opened her bag, trying to find a wet wipe to clean the blood off the phone, but for some reason, her hands wouldn’t stop trembling.
She rummaged through her bag for three minutes but couldn’t find any wipes.
Finally, she dumped everything out of her bag, quickly found a wet wipe, tore it open, and wiped the blood off the phone.
Holding the phone, she took a deep breath and dialed a number she knew by heart.
"Fiona," came Lucas’s voice, soft and gentle.
"It’s Nancy."
"Nancy? Isn’t this Fiona’s phone? Why do you have it?"
She exhaled and continued, "Fiona’s been in a car accident. She’s in critical condition. You need to come now!"
"Where?"
"First Hospital."
When she hung up, Nancy felt as if all her strength had drained away. She slumped to the ground like a limp rag.
She didn’t like Fiona.
A woman with loose morals and a scheming nature had always held the position of the "white moonlight" in her husband’s heart. No wife would like such a woman.
But she had never wanted her to die!
When Lucas arrived, Nancy was crouched on the ground, her hair disheveled, her belongings scattered around her.
"What happened? Why were you two together?"
His hair was slightly messy, and he was breathing heavily.
He must have taken the stairs.
Nancy looked up, her dark eyes meeting Lucas’s, "She probably saw the divorce agreement you gave me and thought I was getting too much. She wanted me to sign a new one, leaving with nothing."
"I didn’t agree and left first. She didn’t give up and chased after me. Then she was hit by a car on the road outside."
After speaking, she lowered her head again, her dark eyes fixed on the ground.
She didn’t have the courage to look into Lucas’s eyes, nor did she know what he would say.
If Fiona woke up, it would naturally have nothing to do with her.
But if she died, no matter how unrelated, Lucas would surely blame her.
However, Nancy waited for five minutes and heard nothing from Lucas.
When she looked up again, he was anxiously pacing outside the emergency room.
Two hours later, the light finally went off, and the doctor came out.
Nancy hurried over, and the doctor, removing his mask, looked at Lucas, "Are you the patient’s family?"
"Yes, I’m her fiancé."
Fiancé?
Nancy was stunned by those words. Her husband, not even divorced yet, was already another woman’s fiancé. What a joke.
"Fortunately, she was brought in quickly. The head bleeding has been controlled, and she has a mild concussion. She needs plenty of rest and a follow-up in three days."
"Thank you."
Hearing this, Nancy let out a heavy breath.
She saw Lucas’s clenched fists finally relax, and the deep furrows between his brows smooth out.
His beloved was indeed different.
He had never been this anxious for her.
Soon, Fiona was wheeled into the ward.
"Lucas, I memorized the driver’s details. He—"
Nancy started to tell him about the driver.
But when she looked beside her, Lucas was already gone. He was pushing Fiona’s gurney with one hand, holding her hand tightly with the other, the picture of a devoted couple.
And she was left alone, forgotten outside the emergency room.
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