Chapter 261
The screeching brake sounds, the crash, the wind red blood and the person lying in it Every frame of the video was giving Cornelia a real kick in the guts
She couldnât figure out why watching a car crash video was making it hard for her to breathe as if she was choking
Justin thought it was prime time to pop the question, âMs Stewart are you feeling sick watching this video? Does it remind you of anything?â
Cornelia shook her head violently not wanting to admit how uncomfortable the video made her feel. However, bloody images popped up uncontrollably in her mind
Justin insisted. âMs Stewart take a closer look at this video, it might jog your memory of something youâd rather forgetâ
âDo I have to watch this because you want me to? Do I have to remember because you want me to? Mr. Hartley, you guys keep watching. I need some fresh airâ Cornelia got up, all worked up, wanting to escape from the suffocating place but was grabbed by Marcus
âCorneliaâ his deep voice called her name, and he looked at her tenderly. Tm here donât be scared. Speak your fears and weâll take them on togetherâ
âMr. Hartley what the hell are you talking about?â Cornelia jerked her hand away. âWhatâs this Tm here, so you donât have to be scared crap? Whatâs this âspeak your lears and well solve them together nonsense? Youâre my boss, not my husband Do you think itâs appropriate to say things like that?â
Marcus didnât say anything
âHartley. Im sorryâ Cornelia knew Marcus was well intentioned, she shouldnât have snapped at him, but she couldnât control herself.
It was like there was another irritable and alien spirit in her making her act out in ways she would never normally act
âMs Stewart why are you shouting? What are you so afraid of Justin was just a hired gun, his mission was to get Cornelia back on her feet as quickly as possible, and he didnât care how it happened, âYou only shout at people when youâre anxious and scaredâ
He was pushing her hard, not giving her any breathing room, Marcus caught on, âJustin, be nice to her
âMe Hartley, were at a critical point, you canât go soft Justin said.
Tm not scared. Iâm not afraid of anything. Im not shouting, stop pushing met Cornelia covered her head, not wanting to think, but was slowly drowned by memories.
So much blood, and her fatherâs weak but unwavering voice. âNelly, close your eyes, forget everything that happened today, and live well in the future.â
âDaddy you canât leave me Cornelia reached out, trying to grab her fatherâs hand, but was held tightly by a warm, large hand âCornelia, donât be scared. Iâm always hereâ
The voice was deep and powerful, like a massive comfort
Her fatherâs loving and gentle face seemed to appear in front of her, Cornelia didnât hesitate to throw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly, âDaddy, Iâm sorry! if it wasnât for saving me, you wouldnât have been hurt, fm sorry! Iâm sorry.â