Chapter 876
A Life Debt Repaid
The first collision was on the carâs engine compartment, and everyone inside would at worst suffer cuts from bruises. But if the car streaking towards Cordyâs side of the car would crash into them, it would most definitely kill her.
Nonetheless, the chauffeur gritted his teeth and used the last shred of his strength to swerve the car, sending it into a powerslide.
Bang!
The car coming from the side struck their hood and rocked their car violently, leaving it a crumpled heap of metal while the airbags into the car all popped open.
The trio in the car all fainted from the violent crash, and the traffic on the road quickly built into a congestion.
A certain black car was stuck halfway due to the traffic jam ahead as well.
âWhat happened?â Nana asked. âWhyâs there suddenly a traffic jam?â
It was just her, her chauffeur and John in the car.
They didnât stay at the hospital for long. It was as Sean had said-the doctors forbade them from entering Jesseâs ICU ward, so Jean didnât keep the family there and allowed them to leave.
The Lynds all brought their own car, and they left the hospital in different directions.
âI donât know. I think thereâs been an accident,â her chauffeur replied.
âGo see how long it would take them to clear a path,â Nana told him. âWe still have to take our wedding photos.â
âYes, Miss Lynd,â the chauffeur quickly replied. After that, he alighted.
Nana turned towards John, and bit her lip in frustration.
She wondered if he could stay indifferent towards anything now. His icy even though she managed to force him to marry her.
She could also feel that he wasnât treating Cordy the same way he usually did when he saw her today.
Nanaâs gaze turned cold-whatever happens, she would Soon, the chauffeur hurried back. âThereâs a serious accident 600 feet ahead, with three cars colliding.
One of them was in pieces, and the people inside are probably dead. If Nana couldnât care any less. âDid you ask how long until they could clear a path?â
âNo, thereâs no telling how long theyâd takeâevery car is stuck in place without space to move, and the traffic police canât even reach the scene. First responders arenât here yet either,â the chauffeur replied.
Then, he suddenly added, âBut the carthat was in pieces, I think it was the Cranstonsââ¦.â
Nanaâs expression changed, while John turned to look at the chauffeur as well.
âI donât think Iâd mistake it either. Thereâs not that many Rolls even here in the capital with a number plate of all 7âs. It must be Sean Cranstonâs carâ¦â The chauffeur trailed off.
John quickly opened the door, but Nana grabbed the hem of his coat. âLucas! Where do you think youâre going?!â
âLet go!â John glowered.
âNo, donât you dare! Stay here!â Nana refused to let goâshe certainly knew who he was going to. If it really was Seanâs car, Cordy might be in it too.
She would never allow John to leave her and go to Cordy!
No matter what it was for, she would never accept it!
John, however, didnât waste a single moment and firmly pried her fingers away.
Nana felt the sharp pain in her fingers; it was as though he was using so much strength, he would break her fingers right then and there.
He didnât pause, and bolted the instant he freed himself.
Nanaâs eyes welled with tears. Yet, she opened the door in the next moment to give chase.
She had to stop him-she would never allow him to save Cordy, even if Cordy was about to die.
To be precise, Nana wanted Cordy dead so no one would steal John from her!