NovelEnglishChapter 702 Frankie sat on the bed, completely dazed. She couldn't wrap her head around how she had ended up going along with his wishes. That deep, smooth voice echoed in her mind again: "Grandma, I know you're not fond of me. A kid as dark and ruthless as I am, it's understandable. I don't blyou for it." "When I go in, with this broken body of mine, there's no way I'll make it to release day. But I've got a reason to hang on; I want her to be safe and happy. If she's not, I won't hesitate to give everything to cback..." Frankie's face was pale, fear etched into every line. Her tired, aged eyes trembled as she gazed in the direction Nathalie had left. Just a moment ago, Nathalie's eyes had turned dull and lifeless, like she'd lost interest in the world. It left Frankie feeling uneasy.
If anything happened to her, that boy would definitely make sure the McCoy family didn't have a moment's peace. He had the knack for slipping out of any situation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNathalie left the McCoy family home, wandering aimlessly. A huge delivery truck suddenly barreled her way, but Nathalie seemed oblivious, just kept walking. Her mind was stuck on one thing: Kelly was gone. Nathan was beyond saving.
The truck driver finally spotted the figure ahead, blaring his horn, the sound slicing through the air. "Nathan, should I join you?" Nathalie murmured, standing right in the middle of the road, eyes shut tight.
The driver realized she was there to end it all. He tried to swerve, but the truck was too big, and it sent Nathalie flying. She hit the ground with a heavy thud.
"Ah," the driver gasped in panic. Hands shaking, he fumbled for his phone and dialed for help.
When Lincoln and Dominick Ford got to the hospital, they overheard the driver, still shaken, explaining to the cops, "I swear, I didn't hit her. She just walked out, and I couldn't turn in time, so she got hurt. Officer, I didn't hit her... you can check the surveillance cameras..." Lincoln took in the sight of the honest old man, his face a picture of panic and helplessness. Despite the anger bubbling inside, his gut told him something was off.
He went straight to the doctor, who said, "Ashley's injuries aren't too bad; we're treating her, but her will to live is really weak." Lincoln clutched his head, sobbing, "If I'd known she'd be in danger, I would never have let her leave." Here was a man who had weathered life's many storms, now crying like a child.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDominick pondered aloud, "What happened when she visited the McCoy family?" Lincoln, choking back tears, ordered, "Find out." Dominick nodded firmly, "Yes." After the Stewart family publicly announced their bet agreement, every move they made was under the public's microscope. But with Nathalie's sudden accident, doubts about the second family's chances started to spread. The first family was riding high, with Regan confidently boasting, "We've been running Stewart Enterprise for over twenty years; it's not something anyone can just take from us. Fate's got our back." In the prison, the sound of purposeful footsteps echoed stopping in front of a sharpl vel
wheelchair. "The Stewart family is in The content is on Ex.com! trouble."
Prisoner No. 13 stayed calm, "Are you nuts? What does the Stewart family's trouble have to do with me?" "Ashley had an accident."
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