Chapter 364 Save My Child...
Emily: [I'm shocked.]
Emily: [So, I'm the only lonely one.]
Emily: [I declare, Mr. Lawrence is my idol again. He's so excellent. He's really so amazing.]
Seeing Emily's messages, Isabella raised an eyebrow and replied with a question mark.
What? How did Sebastian become her idol again?
Then Emily sent a screenshot.
Isabella was confused. She tapped the screen to open it.
The screenshot was simple: just an avatar and a nickname.
The avatar was familiar; it was Sebastian's, a completely black image with no text or pattern. Nothing surprising there.
The surprising part was the nickname next to the avatar—Isabella's.
Isabella felt like her heart had been shot.
Her hand trembled, and she almost dropped her phone.
Did Sebastian hear what she mumbled last night?
Her throat felt like it was on fire, and her face turned red instantly.
At the same time, Isabella's heartbeat went wild.
She didn't know how to describe her feelings; it felt like she was drowning in sweet love.
She thought she already loved Sebastian a lot, but Sebastian always showed her she was wrong.
Isabella would only love Sebastian more.
Her heart was racing, echoing in her ears. Isabella coughed softly and covered her face.
Her hands felt cold, but her cheeks were burning.
Jackson noticed Isabella's unusual behavior and turned his head, "Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?"
Of course not!
Isabella quickly withdrew her hand, "I'm fine, focus..."
Before she could finish, she saw a car ahead, heading straight towards them.
In a split second, the smile vanished from Isabella's face.
She widened her eyes in panic, gripping the back of the driver's seat tightly, her face serious, and shouted sharply, "Watch out!"
Jackson dared to look back because this street was usually empty, and it was a red light, so he thought it was safe. He didn't expect this.
The car ahead was getting closer and closer.
Just because the street was usually empty didn't mean there was no one at all, especially during rush hour.
"Oh my God, did that car's brakes fail?"
"Dodge it, quickly!"
"Call the police."
"Yes, call an ambulance."
"Why is that car still moving forward!"
Pedestrians on the sidewalk, keeping their distance, were talking to each other, some recording, some making phone calls.
Isabella couldn't hear what the people outside were saying; it felt like a string in her head was about to snap.
In the critical moment, her face turned pale, but she dared not speak, fearing it would affect Jackson's judgment.
She bit her lip, curled up her body, and tightly protected her lower abdomen with both arms.
Jackson's forehead was covered in cold sweat, dripping down his face. At the crucial moment, he quickly turned the steering wheel.
Then, the car's front swerved to the side.
With a loud thud, the front of the Rolls-Royce crashed into a lamppost next to a flower bed.
Isabella's ears were filled with a piercing noise that lingered for a long time.
She was violently thrown towards the front seat, and with the car's jolt, the back of her head almost hit the back of the front seat.
Instantly, Isabella felt like her internal organs had shifted.
The jolt was so severe that the lunchbox beside her fell to the floor, and the spilled soup filled the narrow car with a greasy smell, mixed with a faint scent of blood.
Isabella covered her mouth, unable to stop dry heaving.
As time passed, the smell of blood became stronger.
Isabella's heart skipped a beat. She suppressed the nausea in her chest and used one hand to support herself as she straightened up.
She frowned, squinting to look ahead.
"Jackson." She called out hoarsely, tapping the front seat with her other hand, but there was no response.
Isabella's back went cold. She grabbed the car door handle, turned it, and rushed out of the car.
Her legs felt weak; as soon as she got out, her knees buckled, and she almost fell.
Before she fell, Isabella lunged forward, grabbing the side mirror with one hand and pounding the front window with the other. "Jackson!" she shouted.
In the driver's seat, although the airbag had deployed, it hadn't protected Jackson well.
Jackson was slumped in his seat, eyes closed, his face covered in blood.
"Jackson!" Isabella's face turned pale as she desperately pulled at the car door handle.
She was frantic and scared, worried that Jackson might be on the brink of death, her hair soaked with cold sweat sticking to her face.
"It won't open," Isabella panted, "Why won't it open!"
Even using both hands was futile!
Isabella looked around, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, let go of the handle, and grabbed her phone, frantically dialing 911.
She turned, intending to go around the back of the car to open the passenger side door.
However, as she rounded the car, a powerful force from behind pushed her towards the flower bed.
"Watch out!" A voice shouted.
The force seemed to use all its strength.
Isabella was unprepared and was thrown towards the flower bed.
Her pupils contracted, and a chilling cold spread through her body.
But as she reached out to protect her abdomen, a sharp pain radiated from her lower abdomen to her limbs.
Isabella fell onto the flower bed, her lower abdomen hitting the sharp edge.
It felt like a sharp knife stabbing into her abdomen.
The pain was so intense that Isabella's face turned pale, her teeth chattering.
But what scared her more was the liquid she felt running down her inner thigh.
Between Isabella's legs, drops of blood-red liquid fell.
Slowly, they formed a fist-sized pool of blood.
Isabella's legs lost all strength, her knees hitting the ground with a dull thud.
She knelt on the hard ground, supporting herself with her hands, struggling to lift her head, looking around for help, "Save my baby."
The sharp pain tortured Isabella's nerves, turning her words into mere gasps, barely audible.
Moreover, Isabella's vision went black; she couldn't see anything clearly.
The people around her turned into blurry shapes.
"Miss Wallace, you are bleeding." Someone squatted beside Isabella, grabbing her arm. A familiar voice rang in her ears, "Are you okay? Miss Wallace, can you hear me?"
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