Chapter 753 Stella Was Lola's Tribute to Their Love
A loud crash.
The black Lincoln limousine smashed head-on into a massive vehicle. The front of the luxury car was crumpled into the other vehicle's body, the rear end lifted off the ground, with the wheels still spinning slowly.
Smoke billowed.
In the distance, sirens wailed.
When the rescuers arrived and pried open the mangled car door, they were stunned.
Usually, in a crash, the driver instinctively swerved, making the passenger seat the most dangerous. But this Lincoln driver had driven straight into the collision.
Blood flowed continuously down his thigh.
The original gray color of his suit pants was obscured by the blood, a shocking sight.
Johnny's leg was almost immobile, trapped in the wreckage, blood pouring out. Leaning against the seat, he used his last bit of consciousness to ask, "How are my wife and daughter?"
He was a well-known figure in Syeattel, and the rescuers recognized him immediately.
They quickly began their work, answering, "Your wife has only minor scratches and is temporarily unconscious. Your daughter is well-protected, Mr. Flores. Don't worry."
Beads of sweat dripped from Johnny's forehead.
He heard Lola being carried out of the car and knew she was safe, which made him relax completely.
As his consciousness faded,
His mangled leg was carefully lifted out, sending waves of excruciating pain through his body, pain beyond what most could endure.
In his haze of pain, a rescuer held Stella, who was unharmed. Stella, unaware of the world's dangers, made sounds unconsciously.
Stella, his and Lola's child.
Johnny felt like he was dying, closing his eyes, he seemed to see the stars in the sky.
As death approached, he suddenly remembered lying on the grass with Lola in their youth, watching the stars. A shooting star streaked across the sky, and they watched in silence.
Suddenly, Lola whispered, "Johnny, I want to name my child Stella Hawkins."
Sixteen-year-old Johnny was already 5.9 feet tall, He turned to her with a teasing smile, "You're so young, thinking about kids already. Lola? Who do you want to marry?"
Lola didn't answer.
But now Johnny understood. Stella was Lola's tribute to their love, never a memory of Darren. Realizing this, his eyes filled with tears.
How could he have forgotten how much Lola once loved him?
His face contorted with pain, but he still managed to lift his trembling hand, gently touching Stella's tiny finger.
His bloodied hand held Stella's small fingers.
Johnny's lips curled into a painful smile,
How could he have forgotten?
The true details of the accident were covered up, and the reports downplayed it.
Everyone had minor injuries.
The media even reported that the wealthy Flores was discharged the same day to go abroad for a billion-dollar deal, praising his youth and talent.
In reality, the situation in the operating room was critical.
Johnny had lost a lot of blood, and his left leg shattered, requiring multiple steel pins. Even then, the doctors said he might spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair due to the severity of his injuries.
His entire thigh bone was almost completely shattered!
Outside the operating room, Charlotte waited anxiously, tears in her eyes.
Kingsley supported her, understanding her pain, and staying by her side without saying anything. He remembered Johnny's words upon seeing them, using his last consciousness, "Don't let Lola know. I promised her freedom."
If someone had to suffer for the rest of their life, Johnny hoped that it would be him.
He always wanted to hold onto her, but that was the old Johnny. Now, he knew his condition best, he might end up disabled!
Kingsley was stunned, and after a long pause, he nodded in agreement.
"Alright, I won't tell her."
Immediately, Johnny fell into a coma. The blood bank was low, and Frederick, still recovering, came to donate a pint of his rare blood type, which made him pale.
Kingsley quickly helped him to a seat.
Natalie and Sienna arrived, both looking worried. "How is he?" Natalie asked.
Kingsley softly replied, "Lola and Stella are fine. Johnny is severely injured, his left thigh has shattered." He had seen the scene and was deeply shaken.
The operating room was tense and busy.
Blood-soaked gauze was being thrown into medical waste bags.
Johnny lay quietly, his face devoid of color.
As the steel pins were driven into his body, he dreamed.
He dreamed of being 16 again, watching a meteor shower with Lola, with a baby... Stella.
On the white operating table, Johnny's fingers twitched slightly.
He tried to move his leg, but it wouldn't budge!
In the VIP room, Lola had the same dream.
She woke up in the middle of the night, tears in her eyes, recalling the accident. As soon as she woke, Charlotte rushed over, holding her hand. "Lola, you're awake?"
Lola's voice was hoarse. "Where's Johnny? Where's Stella?"
Charlotte, thinking of Johnny's condition, felt a pang in her heart, her voice trembling slightly. "Stella is fine! Johnny... he only has minor scratches. He left the hospital in the afternoon for a business trip abroad."
Lola was momentarily stunned.
He was fine, just on a business trip abroad.
She relaxed, resting her head on the pillow, her voice low. "As long as he's okay."
Charlotte poured her a glass of water, her hands trembling, afraid of giving anything away.
Lola softly said, "I just had a dream, dreaming of us at 16, watching the stars. Mom, do you think if we had another chance, we wouldn't end up like this?"
Charlotte hesitated, then gently said, "Lola, when you're better, let's travel the world together."
Lola leaned against her leg.
That night, after Charlotte fell asleep, Lola opened the news on her own.
She couldn't shake the feeling and needed confirmation that Johnny was okay.
The news matched what Charlotte said.
Johnny had been discharged the same day, going abroad for a billion-dollar deal. She thought maybe from now on, they would lead different lives. When they met again, they would be new versions of themselves.
She looked at her phone but didn't make the call.
The night was silent.
In another hospital room, post-surgery, Johnny lay quietly. He was conscious, but his left leg couldn't move. The doctor said he would need six months of rehabilitation, and the extent of his recovery would depend on the specific circumstances. However, even in the best state, he would never be able to return to how he was before.
He had no regrets.
In that situation, he would make the same choice a hundred, a thousand times.
People might say he did it out of gratitude, but Johnny was not the one to repay kindness. He did it because he loved her.
The love and family that he lacked were all fulfilled by Lola.
Stella was the product of their love.
Under the bright lights, Johnny smiled slightly, but two hot tears rolled down his cheeks.
He knew he could never love her again.
He was a perfectionist, and he couldn't accept himself being with her like this.
How could a disabled man take care of her?
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