Chapter 662

Chapter 662:

The hatred in Jada’s eyes intensified. She glared at Susan, feeling as if her world was crashing down around her.

Susan said through clenched teeth, “Jada, I swear you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

At that moment, the operating room light turned off.

Esteban, still on the gurney, was pushed out. The doctor spoke up, “Fortunately, it wasn’t life-threatening. He should wake up soon.”

Susan breathed a sigh of relief, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at Esteban. She followed him into the VIP ward.

Jada was also taken to the ward, still kneeling on the floor with a pale face.

Elaine and Glenn stayed in the ward to keep Susan company and comfort her. Susan felt warmth in her heart.

Although she didn’t have a mother, Elaine and Glenn treated her like their own daughter.

“Elaine, you should go home and rest. Since my father is fine now, I can take care of him here,” Susan said gently to Elaine.

Elaine nodded, recognizing that too many people in the ward would disturb the patient’s rest. She asked Dane to stay with Susan and left with Glenn.

At that moment, Mara was also in the hospital.

After being given emergency treatment, she had fallen into a coma. However, unbeknownst to everyone, she had actually woken up long ago and was pretending to be unconscious.

Mara had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, yet no one came to visit her. Finally, she opened her eyes, glancing around the empty hospital room. Her heart simmered with anger as curses aimed at Esteban swirled in her mind.

How cold-blooded could he be? Even in her condition, he couldn’t be bothered to check on her!

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Frustrated, Mara reached for her phone, intending to send him a message. But instead, her screen was filled with news about him.

“Esteban was in a car accident?” she read, a twisted sense of satisfaction creeping in.

After all his cruelty, it would serve him right if he were dead. If he died, everything—the wealth, the family assets—would be hers. She allowed herself a brief moment of indulgence in the thought, feeling almost pleased.

But her smug expression froze when she clicked on the article.

The person who had hit Esteban was Jada?

Photos from the scene flashed across the screen, and Mara instantly recognized her daughter. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled further.

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