The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 620

Cindy followed us. After not meeting her for several days, her face seemed pale and miserable. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight too.

Theo remained calm. "I was taking her to the hospital, got distracted on the road, and crashed into another car."

He had played it down. The truth was not that simple. Theo had always been a good driver and would never get into a car accident just because he was distracted.

I subconsciously looked at Cindy. Her face was pale and her eyes were still red. Apparently, she had just cried.

When I noticed the bitter resentment in her eyes when she looked at me, I could not help but frown. What did I do to offend her again?

The sound of an ambulance came. Theo lifted his hand and tucked my hair behind my ears. His voice was warm and tender as he said, "Don't think too much. Go home and wait for me. I'll go back after I take care of this, okay?"

I nodded and motioned for him to go.

A woman's life was involved, so it would not be wise t o delay.

Watching him leave, Cindy looked at me, her eyes filled with resentment. "You should not have lived!"

Her words were sinister and vicious that I could not help but frown.

I was furious for being cursed at the start of a new year, but before I could say anything, she had already left with Theo.

The ambulance took the expectant mother away while Theo followed along to check the situation.

Although the road had cleared, there was not enough time for me to go to the cemetery after all the delay. What was more, if I was going alone, it would be dangerous for me to drive home on my way back.

Therefore, I simply drove to the hospital to see if the expectant mother was fine.

The expectant mother was not injured by the collision. She was merely in shock and her amniotic fluid broke.

When I arrived, she was already sent into the delivery room. Her family members had all gathered.

He was stunned by my sudden yelling and wanted to say something but I glared back at him.

I raised my hand to take off his coat, only to realize that his arm was badly scraped. As the wounds were left for too long, his blood had dried. As his shirt was black, it was hard to tell that something was off.

If I had not gone closer to him and smelled the blood, I would not have noticed that he was injured at all.

When he saw me frown, he said in a warm and tender voice, "It's just a minor injury. It’s nothing."

"Zip it!” I was furious, unsure if it was because I was mad that he was with Cindy or that he did not take care of himself.

In any case, I was hopping mad!

I called a nurse to dress his wounds. His exquisite and haute couture suit was cut open.

He was a man with a cold and indifferent temperament. Those who knew him were used to it. The nurse, however, was young. Hence, she was constantly trembling under his cold and austere aura.