Chapter 312 Car Accident
Nolan saw him come out, his face momentarily stunned before he quickly followed.
"Mr. Percy, I'm coming with you."
He knew Charles couldn't ignore anything related to Diana. Since when did his icy demeanor start melting because of a woman?
"Get lost." Charles' voice was cold as ice, and with just that two words, Nolan backed off.
Nolan stopped in his tracks, standing still without another word.
In the pouring rain, a Maybach sped out of the Percy Group headquarters, racing towards the location marked by a small red dot on the map.
Diana huddled in the corner of the shop window, pulling her shawl tighter around her.
She felt a surge of gratitude towards the girl who had given it to her earlier.
If it weren't for this shawl, she might have frozen to death before Elise's people even had a chance to act.
She had been wandering the streets for a while but hadn't seen anyone suspicious. Could Dean have given her false information?
No way.
Diana frowned as the rain grew heavier. She eventually stood up and continued walking along the street.
"Support women and children, create a harmonious society. Miss, would you like to donate to help women and children in the mountains?"
Someone tugged at her sleeve. Diana turned to see a dirty little boy.
He had a bag full of umbrellas and was holding a notebook filled with names and donation amounts.
Seeing Diana turn around, he continued, "Donate and get an umbrella. The rain is so heavy, you need one."
Diana was reminded by the boy's words.
Walking along the edge of the street kept her from getting wet, but with so many people around, it might be difficult for the other party to act.
She glanced at the notebook and smiled, "Sorry, as you can see, I don't have any money."
She was dressed more poorly than the boy, with no jewelry except for the anklet she couldn't remove.
The boy looked her up and down, muttered something, then opened his bag and handed her a slightly worn umbrella.
"Take this. It's a gift. You're so pretty, you shouldn't get sick from the rain."
Diana laughed, patting his head. After a moment's thought, she wrote down her number.
"I don't have money now, but you can call this number. I'll have money for you when I get home."
Street donations like this were usually scams, but the boy offering an umbrella in exchange showed he wasn't that kind of person. He was just a clever little vendor.
The boy looked at the neat handwriting and trusted Diana a bit more. He smiled and nodded.
"Okay!"
Diana took the umbrella, feeling grateful. She had met so many kind people today, much better than that jerk Charles!
"Thank you. Now that I have an umbrella, I can go home."
Diana opened the umbrella and said goodbye to the boy, stepping into the rain. The water splashed on her clothes, making her even colder.
She stomped her feet to get the blood flowing, not noticing the familiar Maybach slowly driving nearby.
Charles used the map to quickly locate Diana.
Seeing her take the umbrella and leave after talking to the boy, he slowly followed her.
Why was she out in such light clothing? Was she running away? Meeting someone?
Whose shawl was that? He hadn't seen her wear it before.
With a head full of questions, Charles chose to follow her from a distance instead of getting out of the car.
Diana, unaware she was being watched, walked aimlessly with the umbrella.
The rain grew heavier, and cars on the road sped up. She squinted, waiting for the green light before crossing.
Suddenly, a car lost control and honked wildly, heading straight for Diana.
It could have swerved to an empty spot but aimed directly at her.
She realized her final scene was starting.
The screeching horn pierced the air, hitting her eardrums. Diana squinted and stepped back.
There are actors called stunt performers. Their acting relies on actions, not emotions.
Navigating dangerous sets, they often brush with death.
Before her rebirth, Sophia had done many missions. She had faced situations requiring fake deaths to escape.
Her experience gave her the courage to face the oncoming car.
Onlookers gasped, their eyes fixed on the scene.
The car had already hit several vehicles and showed no signs of stopping.
Just as it was about to hit Diana, a Maybach burst through the rain, crashing into the car.
The collision was loud. Diana, reacting instinctively, rolled to the side, clutching her stomach. Her forehead hit the curb, bleeding.
Lying on the ground, she was confused. Had she been hit or not?
She could barely open her eyes, seeing the car's skid marks and smelling the faint scent of burning rubber.
Screams erupted from the crowd, followed by the sound of an ambulance.
A familiar voice supported her, whispering in her ear, "Sophia, it's done. You can die now."
Hearing this, Diana finally closed her eyes, passing out completely.
The scene was chaotic. Police set up a perimeter and checked the injured in both cars.
The back of the car was crushed, the driver slumped over the airbag, their condition unknown.
Dean, now dressed as a doctor, helped load Diana into the ambulance.
Suddenly, the Maybach's door opened.
A man, his face half-covered in blood, one arm limp, climbed out, grabbing a doctor's coat and shouting, "Where is she? The woman?"
The doctor, busy with his duties, was about to curse but stopped seeing Charles' bloody face.
"Who are you looking for? Many people are hurt."
"The one with the umbrella, in white. Where is she?"
Charles, vision blurred, still clung to the doctor, demanding answers.
The doctor realized only one person had an umbrella. He pointed, "She went to that ambulance. Do you know her? You're also badly injured. Don't move around. I'll have someone treat you."
"I'm her husband. Let me go to her."
Charles whispered, being helped up.
As Dean was about to close the door, someone shouted, "Don't close it!"
Charles was helped inside.
"He's the injured woman's husband. Let him stay with her."
With that, the door closed.
Dean was stunned.
"Husband?"
He asked, feeling uneasy.
Charles, enduring the pain, confirmed Diana was there, feeling slightly relieved.
He was about to speak when he noticed the blood-soaked sheets.
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