Chapter 4
“I need to speak with you—it’s urgent!” Hadley yelled, her voice laced with desperation.
Eric continued forward, ignoring her plea.
As his car pulled up, he entered without a backward glance.
“Eric! Please, just listen!” Hadley’s voice broke with despair and disbelief as she called after the departing car.
Eric disregarded her completely, shutting the car door and commanding the driver,
“Let’s go.”
As the vehicle began to move, Hadley’s expression turned to one of shock and desperation.
“Eric!” Hadley yelled, mustering every ounce of her strength to break free from Xander and sprint after the car.
“Eric, please! Stop the car!”
Tears mingled with her cries as she pursued the car relentlessly.
The cold air burned her lungs, yet she continued.
However, the car accelerated, quickly distancing itself from her. Just as she neared the hospital gate, Hadley’s foot caught, and she tumbled to the pavement.
The pain elicited a sharp cry from Hadley.
From the car, Theodore looked back and murmured to Eric,
“Sir, she fell.”
Did she?
Eric casually checked the rearview mirror and saw Hadley lying on the wet ground, drenched and helpless. His expression briefly showed concern.
However, he quickly dismissed the sentiment.
“She’s tough. She’ll recover. Drive faster. Let’s ensure she doesn’t follow us and complicate things further.”
“Understood, sir.”
Accelerating, the vehicle quickly vanished into the distance. Helplessly, Hadley watched as it disappeared, the spark in her eyes dimming. Struggling to rise, Hadley noticed her arms and palms were scraped and bleeding, the blood diluting in the rainwater.
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The pain she felt was sharp, almost soul-deep.
Tears mixed with the rain as Hadley shut her eyes, overwhelmed by the moment.
Later, at Silver Villas, completely spent both physically and emotionally, Hadley collapsed onto her sofa still in her damp attire, too exhausted to change or shower.
What options did she have left? Who could help her now?
A sudden memory prompted her to grab her phone. She bypassed her contacts, dialing a number she remembered well.
As she hit the call button, a surge of hope briefly animated her.
The phone rang, and she held her breath in tense anticipation.
“Hello?” A female voice answered.
Immediately, the flicker of hope in Hadley’s eyes faded.
“Hello, who is this? Speak up!” The woman on the line warned, “If you don’t respond, I’m hanging up.”
Shortly after, the line went dead.
Her expression hardened, and Hadley clutched her phone tightly as tears streamed down her face. She realized the call had been a mistake. Frustrated, she threw the phone aside and buried her face in a pillow, her cries muffled.
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