NovelTrueChapter 380
Before he could finish speaking, the phone slipped from my hand..
My hands were trembling uncontrollably as | stood by the window for a long time, until Ryan left and the Rolls-
Royce drove out of the Frost family's residence.
| watched until the taillights disappeared from view.
After 20 minutes, | finally opened the bedside drawer, took out a fruit knife, and made a cut on my wrist.
The blood was warm and glaring.
But not deep, so | wouldn't die.
| walked out barefoot, twisted open the door, and went downstairs. Albert cover. "Mrs. Frost, Mr. Frost
instructed..."
He was startled by the blood oozing out of my wrist.
*Albert, | don't want to make things difficult for you."
| seemed to feel no pain, grabbing my car keys. "Let those bodyguards letout, or else, Ryan will cback
and only find a corpse."
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Albert's eyes were full of concern as he followedto the car and hurriedly opened the door. "Why are you
doing this... Ryan only means well..."
"Mean well?" | sat down and laughed. "It seems you've forgotten how we ended up like this."
One would never truly understand the pain until they had experienced it themselves.
The car sped along.
| pulled over, using the bandages that | had long since kept in my hand to quickly bandage the wound on my
wrist.
On the way to Jeswood, | stared intently at the road ahead, my mind fixated. on one thought. Frank was still
alive.
He had an accident at the lab.
So, | was going to the lab to find him.
He would still be the sas before, lazily leaning somewhere, cocking his brows atand saying, "Charlotte,
you've got sconscience, coming to find me?"
That was it...
It would definitely be like that.
Beep, beep-
As | crossed a bridge, a large truck cout of nowhere, speeding towardsin the wrong direction.
| might have had a slim chance of survival if | swerved right, but for sreason, | chose to turn the steering
wheel left, crashing straight into the lake.
In early spring, the icy lake water rushed in eagerly.
The temperature was way below freezing.
Breathing becincreasingly difficult.
When | woke up again, | was in the hospital.
I hadn't died.
The wound on my wrist was neatly re-bandaged.
Jack suddenly stood up, letting out a sigh of relief. "Charlotte, you're awake?"
"Jack..."
My throat felt like it had been sliced with a blade, and speaking was painfully difficult, my voice was rough and
hoarse. "How cyou're here?" "My car followed you the whole way."
Jack's brow was furrowed with concern. "Don't worry. It's safe here. As long as you don't want anyone to find out
about you, no one will." "Thank you..."
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"| didn't understand at first why, in that situation, most people would instinctively turn the wheel right to survive,
but why did you turn left?" He picked up a pack of pills from the bedside table.
They were Sertraline Hydrochloride Tablets.
His voice was choked with emotion. "When this medicine fell out of your pocket, | understood immediately...
When did this happen?"
"It's Jane's medicine," | replied dismissively, swallowing hard. "What about Frank? Have the police found him?"
"No, Charlotte, you need to be strong..." he said.
"Be strong? Why do | need to be strong? The police haven't made the
announcement yet."
"Take a look at this."
Although unwilling, he still passedhis phone.
| had been unconscious for two days.
The police had announced Frank's death earlier in the morning.
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