Chapter 529 Baby, Are You Missing Daddy Too?
Traffic was light, well past the rush hour, as Sarah smoothly steered the car, familiar with the route. The silence in the car felt stifling.
Sarah never admitted to anyone her fear of being alone. She could confidently wear high heels and command a boardroom, excel as a mother and daughter at home. Yet, she couldn’t bear solitude.
Memories of the past and crimson waves often assailed Sarah's senses, infiltrating her mind and heart and leaving her feeling trapped in a never-ending nightmare.
Sarah's throat bobbed as tears tinged the corners of her eyes. She reached out to flip on the car stereo, desperate to shatter the suffocating silence that filled her car.
However, in a moment of distraction, there was a muffled crash.
Instinctively, Sarah slammed on the brakes. Her body lurched forward from inertia, the steering wheel pressing against her chest with a dull pain.
Looking up, she saw the black Rolls-Royce ahead of her, its right blinker flashing rhythmically.
Her eyelid twitched in recognition, finally understanding the ominous feeling she had had before leaving home.
It was ridiculous that she could tailgate on such a wide, empty street...
Sarah sighed, unfastened her seat belt, flipped on the hazard lights, and stepped out of the car.
The Rolls-Royce's body gleamed, bearing non-local plates reading "001", and its pure black privacy tint signaled the high status of its occupant.
The driver emerged from the driver's seat. Dressed in a three-piece suit with white gloves, he frowned at the impact site, then glanced anxiously at the back seat in worry.
'Rich people and their airs,' Sarah thought ruefully as she peeked at the rear-ending situation. Thankfully, her quick braking seemed to have mitigated the damage.
Knowing it was her fault, she approached the driver sincerely. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Should we handle this with insurance or sort it out privately?"
Insurance would mean calling the cops.
As for settling privately...
The driver eyed Sarah critically. She was clad in a tailor-made business suit, slender and attractive, her confident demeanor speaking of someone accustomed to life's rough seas.
Her car wasn't ordinary either, likely indicating she was someone of status as well. She wouldn't appear so composed if she couldn't afford the cost of her mistake.
Unsure, the driver turned, bowed slightly, and knocked respectfully on the rear passenger window.
The dark-tinted window slid down just a crack, followed by a cold and haughty voice. "If there's no harm, let's not waste time."
Acknowledging with a bow, the driver watched the sliver of window close as if the person inside begrudged any interaction with the world at all.
The sound of that voice sent a shiver through Sarah!
She looked up sharply at the Rolls-Royce's rear window, but the dark tint created a barrier between the inside and the outside worlds.
Gripping her purse tighter, she forced her gaze away, her lips trembling slightly.
'No, it can't be him. It shouldn't be him.'
It wasn't the first time she had experienced these illusions. Over and over, she believed she heard Antonio's voice, caught glimpses of his figure in a crowd, and would rush forward as if under a spell, only to be disappointed every time.
They all resembled him, yet none were him.
This was her demon to bear.
A wistful smile crossed Sarah's face, her eyes veiling the disappointment with a flutter of her long lashes.
"Miss?" The driver called out to her, approaching after having already called out once. Noticing her distracted and somewhat pained expression, he added, "The boss said it's alright, you're free to go."
Without waiting to see if Sarah had heard him, he got into the car and drove away.
Instinctively, Sarah stepped aside, staring blankly at the departing Rolls-Royce. It took a while before she snapped back to reality, thinking perhaps the wealthy don't bother over such trifles.
She took a deep breath, quieting the turmoil in her mind, and turned to walk to her car.
Just as she buckled her seatbelt, an unexpected sharp pain struck her lower abdomen.
She paused, her hands instinctively cradling her belly, gently rubbing as a comforting measure.
After a moment, the discomfort subsided, and she started her car, her hands steady on the steering wheel, head bowed.
"Baby, are you missing Daddy too?" she whispered.
...
A man and a woman sat side by side in the back of the Rolls-Royce.
The woman wore a form-fitting dress with a shimmering apricot hue accentuating her delicate figure. Her features, enhanced by makeup, sparkled with charisma. Diamond earrings dangled from her ears, glittering enchantingly.
Isabella Bennett's gaze shifted from the rearview mirror, her melodious voice laced with a hint of confusion. "I didn't get a good look at the person just now, but they seemed somewhat familiar, like the CEO of Valencia Inc."
Beside her, the man had a rugged handsomeness, his features as deep and intense as distant mountains. His austere brows and chiseled jawline seemed as though the gods expertly sculpted them.
If Sarah had seen this man's face just moments before, she would have surely thought she was dreaming!
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