NovelEnglishChapter 766
After going back and forth three times, she finally placed the clean towel on his forehead and continued to watch
over him.
In the icy cold of his nightmare, Zachary felt this touch of warmth. His furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and the
nightmare faded away.
The next day, he felt a dull pain in his forehead and his entire body seemed to have fallen apart, with no strength
left in his muscles.
When he woke up, he still reeked of alcohol, which instantly put Zachary in a stormy mood.
Looking around, Zachary realized he was in a hospital and began to recall what had happened the night before.
It seemed he was thinking about something while crossing at a traffic light, then dodged a car but was hit by an
electric scooter?
Footsteps approached the hospital room door, and he quickly closed his eyes.
A familiar scent drew nearer. The footsteps stopped by his bed, followed by a muffled sound on the bedside
table.
He opened his eyes just a crack to see Sarah placing a thermos on the nightstand.
As she was about to turn away, he quickly closed his eyes again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Stop pretending to be asleep if you're awake," Sarah's cool voice suddenly broke the silence.
Zachary opened his eyes sheepishly. "You knew | was awake?"
Sarah opened the thermos and poured him a bowl of soup. "You were having nightmares the whole tyou
were unconscious."
The content of his dreams hadn't changed-still that sroad. In his sleep, he had mumbled and called out for
his mother, his voice filled with despair.
In that empty world, he watched the car crash over and over again. He reached out his hands but could stop
nothing. Dreaming about it was already devastating enough, let alone witnessing it in person without being able
to change anything.
The red blood vessels in Zachary's eyes told the whole story. He looked dejectedly at the bowl in his hands. "I
know what | dreamed about."
Sarah nodded. "That's good. The doctor says your injuries aren't serious. You just need to rest for two or three
days."
Zachary looked at her searchingly. "Are you worried about me?"
"Mr. Reynolds, perhaps you've forgotten-you're my patient, and I'm your therapist. Nothing more."
Disappointment filled Zachary's eyes, but he could only watch as she left the
room.
In a dimly lit room with just a bed frame, a woman sat expressionless, staring at the plants outside the window
without blinking.
As noon approached, a female officer walked over, opened the detention cell door, and announced formally,
"Miss Wilson, you can go now."
The woman was startled by the voice and turned her head, her eyes flickering slightly.
After leaving the police station, Vivian stood in her thin clothes, squinting up at the harsh sunlight.
Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, and the corners of her lips curved upward into an eerie
smile.
Although Mr. Wilson had said he wouldn't help her anymore, he still sent a driver to pick her up at the appointed
time.
After all, she was the Wilson family's daughter, and they couldn't afford to lose face, no matter what else they
might lose.
"Miss, you've suffered greatly," said Driver Laurent, who had been with the Wilson family for years and naturally
felt sorry for Vivian, whom he had watched grow up.
Vivian wore no makeup. The usually elegant and dignified woman now had an added touch of delicate beauty
that inspired sympathy.
She shook her head and smiled faintly. "Uncle Laurent, before going home, can we stop somewhere else first?"
Uncle Laurent readily agreed, turning the steering wheel as the black Bentley headed in the opposite direction.
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