Chapter 574 This Time, He Wants to Accept Her Invitation
Daniel clambered out of the car window, his blood staining the hot asphalt beneath him.
His once perfectly styled bangs were now plastered to his forehead, lifeless and wet.
Blood smeared across his cheek, but it did nothing to diminish his good looks, giving him a battle-worn appearance.
He propped himself up on his arms, slowly rising to his feet.
Every step he took was excruciating.
The driver who caused the accident ran over to Daniel. Seeing his condition, the middle-aged man, dressed plainly, was terrified and started crying. "Sir, why didn't you follow the traffic rules?"
How could he ever afford to pay for such an expensive car?
A loud noise erupted behind them.
Daniel and the driver turned to see Daniel's car, now engulfed in thick smoke and flames.
Shocked and scared, Daniel realized how lucky he was. If he had stayed in the car even a second longer, he would have been dead.
He really needed to follow the rules.
"It's not your fault. It's all on me," Daniel said, gritting his teeth against the pain, trying to comfort the driver.
The blaring sirens of fire trucks, police cars, and news vans pierced his ears.
Daniel couldn't stop worrying about Della. She was in trouble.
He had to find her.
While he still had some strength left, before he collapsed!
With that thought, Daniel turned and sprinted towards the hospital.
It wasn't too far from here.
Pedestrians on the street turned to watch Daniel's frantic run, some even pulling out their phones to record and post online.
On a normal day, he would have reached the hospital in a few strides, but now his body ached as if his bones were about to give way.
He felt as though he might faint at any moment.
But he didn't care. He kept running.
He needed to find Della, to tell her not to be mad. If she didn't like hearing sweet talk, he would stop saying it.
He needed to apologize for not respecting her wishes.
Memories flashed through his mind like a movie reel. He finally realized she wasn't after his money or status.
She wasn't looking for shortcuts.
Della's eyes had always been so passionate, clearly showing she had liked him for a long time.
Daniel, how could you be such a jerk? How could you play with a girl's feelings, causing her to miscarry and be unable to have children?
No wonder Della ignored him and blocked him.
If she had been after his money, she would have been thrilled when he proposed. But her reaction was nothing like he had imagined.
Panting, he reached the hospital. People avoided sharing the elevator with him, afraid he might cause trouble.
He didn't care. He hurriedly pressed the elevator button.
The elevator ascended, the red numbers jumping one by one.
The doors opened.
Daniel rushed out, heading for Della's room.
He collided with a nurse, who frowned and glared at him. "What's wrong with you? Watch where you're going!"
He didn't have time to apologize, sprinting towards the room.
He pushed the door open forcefully. "Della—"
The door slammed against the wall with a loud thud.
Daniel stood there, stunned and shocked.
A cleaning lady, who was making the bed, turned around. She didn't recognize Daniel and was startled by his forceful entrance. She frowned, her tone unfriendly. "What are you doing?"
"Where's the patient in this room?" Daniel asked, his voice urgent.
The cleaning lady replied, "She must have been discharged. I'm changing the sheets."
"When did she leave?" Daniel pressed, desperation creeping into his voice.
The cleaning lady wasn't sure, so she guessed, "Probably just left. If you hurry, you might catch her."
Discharged?! Just left...
Daniel didn't doubt the information and bolted out of the room.
The elevator was too slow, so he took the stairs, running down to the first floor despite the pain.
He thought, 'How could she be discharged, Della? Why didn't you tell me?'
He hurried, nearly falling several times.
His body hurt even more.
Blood dripped from his fingertips, but he didn't feel the pain.
He was more afraid of Della leaving, of living with guilt forever.
He had hurt a girl so badly. How could he be indifferent?
In a few minutes, the sky opened up, and it started raining heavily. Large raindrops splashed on the black umbrellas of pedestrians, creating little water flowers.
People hurried along the street.
Daniel plunged into the rain.
The rain soaked his clothes and hair, washing away the blood on his face and body, as if trying to cleanse him of his sins.
He kept his eyes open, desperately seeking any trace of Della.
Daniel saw a girl who looked like Della from behind. She was carrying a backpack and holding an umbrella, walking past him.
He grabbed her wrist. "Della—"
"Are you crazy?" the girl snapped, glaring at him.
Daniel saw it was a stranger's face, not even half as beautiful as Della's.
The girl, frightened by Daniel's injuries, screamed, hurting his ears.
She pushed him away, "Get lost! I don't have money, don't try to rob me!"
Normally, Daniel wouldn't be so weak, pushed around by a girl.
But now he was. He stumbled and fell to the ground.
Rain pounded his face.
He wondered, 'Della, where are you? Why did you leave without a word? What happened?'
Daniel's eyes were so full of rain he couldn't see.
"Mr. Taylor! Mr. Taylor!"
Someone was calling his name.
He no longer felt the rain.
He looked up to see Walter crouching down, holding an umbrella for him.
Walter's face blurred and morphed into Della's, her eyes smiling like the first time they met.
She had excitedly reported to The Taylor Group, bumping into him.
He had picked up her resume and handed it to her.
She looked up at him, her ears turning red. "Thank you. Daniel, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner."
Della's clear voice echoed in his ears.
He saw Della again. The first time, he had turned her down. What a fool.
This time, he wanted to say yes. "I'd be honored."
It was indeed an utmost honor to be pursued by such a lively young girl, inviting him to dine.
Suddenly, everything went black, and Daniel saw nothing more.
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