RankNovelChapter 158 The traffic light turned green, and the car moved forward smoothly.
Just then, a sleek black Mercedes-Maybach approached from the opposite lane, brushing past Claire's vehicle. The driver glanced back casually, just in tto see Claire rolling up her window. Even though he only caught a glimpse of her profile, he recognized her instantly.
Vincent's heart skipped a beat, almost leaping into his throat. He shouted, "Claire "His voice cut sharply through the busy hum of traffic, drawing curious glances from all around.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt that moment, Vincent didn't care about anything else-not even breaking traffic rules. The only thought consuming him was to catch up with Claire and never let her go again. He instinctively jerked the steering wheel, completely ignoring the chaos around him.
His sudden lane change threw the surrounding cars into disarray, honks blaring in protest. A loud crash followed as his car collided with another. The vehicle jolted violently, but Vincent seemed oblivious.
He quickly flung open the car door, disregarding any injuries, and dashed toward the direction Claire had gone, yelling, "Claire, don't go—" The driver of the car he hit immediately jumped out and chased after Vincent, hurling curses, "What the hell is wrong with you? You think you can just hit and run?" Grabbing Vincent's shirt, the driver tried to stop him, but Vincent shook him off without hesitation. His mind focused solely on Claire, he swung a punch, sending the man sprawling to the ground, and continued his pursuit. Claire was in her car, having just rolled up the window, when a loud crash echoed from behind. Instinctively, she turned to look. Liam glanced in the rearview mirror, frowning, "Looks like there's been an accident back there." A wave of unease washed over Claire as she faintly heard her nbeing called. Her heart clenched with anxiety.
"Liam, drive faster," she urged, trying to suppress her rising fear.
It wasn't until they reached the safety of Foster Manor that Claire finally felt a sense of relief.
At the entrance, Aberdeen, Grace, and May were waiting anxiously. As soon as Claire arrived, the three elderly women, like mother hens awaiting their beloved chick, hurried to her side.
But seeing Claire's pale face, their hearts sank simultaneously.
"What happened?" Aberdeen's voice was filled with concern and worry.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Are you feeling unwell?" May asked, touching Claire's forehead.
Grace, equally anxious, kept her eyes fixed on her, "Why do you look so upset?" Moved by their concern, Claire shook her head gently and was about to speak when Liam interjected, "Ms. Linwood was frightened by an accident earlier."
Upon hearing about the accident, the three women gasped, their faces om turning white with sKock. They immediately began checking Claire over, "Sweetheart, are you hurt? Let Grandma see."
Aberdeen took Claire's hand, • inspecting it carefully. Claire quickly reassured her, "I'm time, Grandma. It was someone else who had the accident." Relieved by her words, the women visibly relaxed, their expressions softening.
"Thank goodness you're okay," they said in unison.
Meanwhile, Vincent, the "someone else" Claire referred to, had already been apprehended by the police. His eyes roamed desperately, still searching for Claire among the crowd. As he was led into the police car, reality hit him hard-he had caused a major incident. Now, at the station, he faced charges of hit-and-run.
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