Not far away, a man in a black suit was passing a file of documents to another person in a black Bentley parked by the roadside.
They were probably conducting a business deal. Seeing as it was rather late, I decided to be on my way.
Just as I was going to look away, I caught a glimpse of the man in the backseat. His face was cold and handsome, and it seemed as familiar as it was foreign.
That’s Marcus!
Was—was that really him?
I froze immediately, too stunned to know what to do next. Without turning to pick up my bag from the bench, I ran towards the car immediately.
“Marcus!” I yelled. As soon as he heard my voice, an expression of shock appeared on Marcus’s handsome face.
He swept a cold look towards me, before taking the file of documents from the man expressionlessly. After that, he slammed the door shut, and the Bentley pulled away quickly.
I continued to run after the car like a mad woman, screaming loudly, “Marcus! Marcus!”
However, the car refused to slow down. At that moment, the traffic light turned red, and the Bentley screeched to a halt.
Feeling extremely relieved, I ran over to the car at once. In my haste, I didn’t realize a car speeding towards me until it was too late.
Before I could react, I had flown through the air and landed on the ground with a sickening crash.
I felt an excruciating jolt of pain shoot through my knees and my elbows.
“Miss, are you alright?” The driver of the car emerged from the car and ran towards me, helping me up from the ground. He looked extremely apologetic. “I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to do it! You just appeared out of nowhere—I didn’t see you coming at all.”
I shook my head. Before I could respond, I looked up to see the traffic lights turn green again. The Bentley sped off into the distance.
I stood and gaped as it left, feeling rather confused. My eyes didn’t deceive me—I was sure the person I just saw was Marcus.
But Marcus was supposed to be dead…
“Miss, why don’t I take you to the hospital? You’re bleeding quite badly. Just to be safe, you should probably get a doctor to take a look at your injuries.”
The driver’s face was white as a sheet as he said that. Clearly, he was more stunned than I was.
I snapped out of my daze and looked down at myself. My knees and elbows were drenched completely in blood.
Thanks to Rebecca, I had gotten a couple of scratches on my body while defending Ashton from her attack. However, the wounds had reopened again when I was thrown to the ground.
The wounds were rather deep, and they were bleeding rather profusely.
“Well, I’ll have to trouble you then!” I couldn’t possibly drive myself to the hospital now, could I?
…
We arrived at the hospital soon enough.
The doctor helped me to clean and dress my wound. Meanwhile, the driver footed the medical bill and fetched my prescription from the pharmacy, looking very apologetic as he did.
Since he seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere, I felt a little guilty at the amount of care he was lavishing on me. “Today’s accident was my fault! Thanks for taking the time to send me to the hospital! I’m much obliged to you, and very sorry indeed. I’m fine now, so please leave now if you need to!”
Seeing the bloody mess on my knee, he mumbled, “Regardless, I was the one who crashed into you, so that’s on me. Please give your family members a call. When they arrive, I’ll let them know that I’m willing to bear all the responsibility.”
This driver was a nice, honest man. Feeling bad for taking up so much of his time, I tried to decline his request a few times. However, he insisted on waiting for my family members to show up so he could settle the matter with them.
Left with no choice, I could only give Ashton a call.
He answered the phone in a deep voice. “Have you had lunch yet?”
I opened my mouth and shut it again, unsure of where to begin. Feeling a little awkward, I said, “Ashton, are you busy right now?”
“What’s up?” he demanded.
“I just got knocked down by a car and sustained some injuries. Can you swing by the hospital if you have the time?”
“Knocked down by a car?” Ashton suddenly sounded very concerned.
I didn’t know how to explain the incident over the phone. In the end, I merely said, “Yes, but I didn’t get badly injured. Can you come over anyway?”
“Give me the address!” Immediately, he covered the receiver with his hand and announced to his subordinates, “We’ll end this meeting for today. Please make sure to think about how we’re going to resolve these issues. That’s all from me!”
“Are you still in a meeting?” I asked, stunned. I looked down at my watch—it was already six in the evening.
“Yes,” Ashton replied impatiently. “What’s the address of the hospital?”
“I’m at Medwin Hospital! Be careful on the way here, my life isn’t in danger or anything.” With that, I hung up the phone.
The driver continued to gaze at me, his face clouded with worry and despair.
We waited for another fifteen minutes before Ashton arrived at the hospital.
He had arrived in such a hurry that the chilliness of the office air-conditioner still clung to his clothes. When he saw me lying on the hospital bed, he frowned and turned to the nurse beside me. “Is she alright?”
The nurse froze for a second, her eyes brightening with delight as she appraised the handsome man in front of her. Flushing slightly, she replied, “She’ll be alright. She just suffered some abrasions, that’s all. It’s slightly worrying that her old injuries reopened because of the fall, but she’ll recover after a few days’ rest.”
Ashton nodded curtly. His gaze fell on me, and he pursed his lips. He then turned and looked directly at the driver, who was cowering in a corner.
“Was it her fault or yours?”
The driver looked rather stunned by his iciness. After a brief silence, he replied haltingly, “I was driving within the speed limit. This woman here suddenly rushed onto the road and straight into my path. I didn’t manage to stop my car in time. I’m really sorry about this, I didn’t mean it!”
Ashton turned to look at me. “Is this true?”
