A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage novel Chapter 272

Suddenly, Reese registered the sound of a familiar voice urgently calling her name, "Reese, get out of the way!"

Startled, she swiftly turned her head, her eyes widening as they locked onto the impending danger.

A car was hurtling towards her with an alarming disregard for safety, seemingly possessed by a reckless frenzy.

The car's trajectory appeared to be aimed directly at her, its path seemingly guided by an invisible thread.

Her pupils contracted slightly, almost instinctively turning to the side.

Taking refuge behind a sturdy locust tree that stood sentinel at the roadside, Reese could only watch in breathless horror as the car collided with the very billboard she had been standing on mere moments ago.

The vehicle plowed through her previous position, the front end crumpling like a crushed can, rendering the car an unrecognizable wreck of metal and glass shards. Debris from the violent collision rained down around her, painting her body with a mosaic of cuts and abrasions.

Her arms, thighs, and side bore the stinging evidence of her narrow escape, the aftermath of her near-collision with the oncoming disaster.

Meanwhile, Luther was rendered momentarily speechless by the scene that unfolded before his eyes. He had just returned from a business trip, landing earlier that day, and had come to the teahouse for a business discussion. Witnessing the heart-stopping spectacle, he managed to utter a desperate warning but was powerless to intervene in time.

He held Reese tightly in his arms and felt her body trembling slightly.

Luther embraced Reese as if holding a precious treasure that had been lost and regained: 'Lia, are you alright?'

Reese slowly lifted her head, looking at him with a dazed expression: 'Luther, it's you!'

After she spoke, she fainted straightaway.

Luther's heart raced with anxiety as he scooped Reese up in his arms, his mind racing with thoughts of getting her to the hospital as quickly as possible.

In that instant, it seemed clear to him that he might be nothing more than a familiar face to Reese, residing on the outskirts of her heart.

Mariel's lips curled slightly. "Ah, I see. Well, in that case, I 'm not her friend."

Luther's handsome countenance momentarily froze.

Recollections flashed through his mind - the moment Mariel had asked him to assist in carrying Reese to her car, asserting her status as Reese's friend.

After what felt like an eternity, the hospital's emergency room door finally swung open, and a doctor emerged.

Mariel took a step forward, ready to inquire, but noticed Luther hastening toward the doctor, his expression brimming with anxiety. "Doctor, how is she?"

The doctor's nod was reassuring. "There's no need to worry too much. The patient experienced a significant shock, coupled with heightened stress and fatigue from inadequate rest. Her fainting spell was a result of this accumulation. We've tended to the minor injuries on her skin, and she'll need to stay overnight for observation. Barring any complications, she should be able to leave the hospital tomorrow."