Chapter 7
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By the time the two of them arrived at the scene, it was already too late.
The group of friends watched the live footage on the big screen, their hearts clenched with worry.
"It's too late! He's already on the road. If something happens, how are we going to explain it to Uncle Monroe!"
"Ugh, ugh, ugh! Stop saying such unlucky things!"
"I knew it! As long as it’s related to Finn Wilder, this guy goes crazy like a madman, and even ten horses couldn’t pull him back! Before, it was just fighting, at most getting some punishment, but now she’s even betting her life on it. She’s truly gone mad!"
Hearing these complaints, Jackson Cole, who hadn’t even caught her breath yet, quickly elbowed her girlfriends.
Several people turned around and saw Declan Kane, then quickly shut their mouths.
Twenty minutes later, two roaring sounds came from the distance, gradually becoming clearer.
Declan Kane looked at the two cars alternating for the lead on the screen, then glanced at the final three kilometers, his brow tightly furrowed.
A few minutes later, the two race cars appeared in everyone's field of vision.
This also means that the competition is about to end.
Charlotte Monroe's car is in the lead, but the gap is not significant.
At the final kilometer sprint, the girlfriends watched the constantly changing numbers on the screen and couldn't help but curse on the spot.
"Charlotte Monroe, are you f*****g trying to get yourself killed!"
Declan Kane followed their gaze and saw the black racing car flash by like a bolt of lightning, so fast that only a blur remained.
100 meters, 50 meters, the final 10 meters...
Charlotte Monroe didn't slow down and was the first to cross the finish line.
To secure the victory, she paid the price by smashing the shock-absorbing equipment beyond the finish line, flipping both herself and the car.
The match is over.
Several friends waiting at the finish line ran over and rescued Charlotte Monroe, who was covered in blood from the fall.
She was vomiting blood heavily, and the light in her eyes gradually faded.
"Third Sister, bring, bring the teacup, give it to Finn, don’t, don’t mention today, today’s incident…"
Before losing consciousness, Charlotte Monroe left only one last sentence, and it was the only thing she said.
It was for Finn Wilder.
It had nothing to do with Declan Kane, who was waiting nearby.
Just a little more, and the bones in Charlotte Monroe's left hand would have been shattered, nearly ending her career.
After the surgery, she was still unconscious, but she kept murmuring Finn Wilder's name.
Watching her restless and fearful of loss even in her dreams, Declan Kane silently looked away.
A night passed, and the effects of the anesthesia wore off.
Charlotte Monroe opened her eyes and saw the haggard face of the person guarding her bedside, softening her heart.
"Did you stay by my side all night without resting?"
Declan Kane pressed his temples and softly hummed in acknowledgment.
She noticed the exhaustion in his eyes and tenderly ruffled his hair, "You've worked hard."
Declan Kane spoke calmly, "It's not hard. You're my sister's best friend, so it's only right that I take care of you."
His words sounded very off.
Shouldn’t it be because she’s his girlfriend that she’s taking care of him?
How did it turn into her taking care of him because she’s her sister’s best friend?
Charlotte Monroe instinctively realized he was angry because she had participated in a life-threatening race for someone else. She was about to explain, but the words on the tip of her tongue felt inappropriate no matter how she put them.
Fortunately, Declan Kane didn't ask her, so she quickly changed the subject, "Who has come to visit me during this time?"
"Your dozen or so close friends, and the club's agent."
The smile on Charlotte Monroe's face gradually faded, leaving only a cold expression.
But she still refused to give up, her lips slightly curving, though there was no warmth in her eyes, "Just them? No one else?"
Seeing him nod, her expression suddenly turned icy, and she didn’t speak a word for the entire morning.
Declan Kane knew who she was waiting for, but he didn’t say anything.
Charlotte Monroe stayed in the hospital for a few days, and Declan Kane stayed by her side without leaving for a moment.
On the day she was discharged, she looked at his gaunt face, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes. "Declan, thank you for these days."
Declan Kane picked up his luggage, his expression calm.
"No need to thank me. Ever since I came to New Haven for school, you've been taking care of me at my sister's request. Consider this my way of repaying you. Although a few days can't compare to several years, I hope I haven't caused you much trouble during my time in New Haven. Let's call it even."
This was already the second time he had distanced their relationship.
Hearing this, Charlotte Monroe felt something was off and couldn't help but glance at her.
"We are in a relationship, why talk about repaying kindness? I will continue to take care of you in the future, won’t I?"
Declan Kane avoided her gaze, his voice barely audible.
"There won’t be a future anymore."
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