Hearing that Shi Che had been in a car accident, Sister Hua became anxious at once and couldn’t say much else, only managing to say, "Alright, I’ll look around nearby. You hurry and take the young master to the hospital, don’t delay."
Xiao Zhao acknowledged a few times and was about to hang up the phone, but a hand suddenly reached out, snatching the phone before he could end the call, and placed it to his ear. Shi Che’s voice came through, a touch hoarse, his tone rough, "It’s me, what happened?"
Xiao Zhao was taken aback, not expecting Shi Che to have woken up. He understood to some extent Shi Che’s feelings for Ling Chuxia and knew that once he heard something might have happened to Young Madam, he would definitely disregard his own condition. At that moment, Xiao Zhao’s eyes darkened with concern, but he didn’t dare to snatch the phone from Shi Che and could only fret inwardly.
On the other end, Sister Hua said something he couldn’t hear, and Shi Che’s voice suddenly became sharp, "I told you to speak, so speak."
Sitting alongside, Xiao Zhao’s heart instantly tightened.
In a moment, Shi Che cut off the call expressionlessly, then spoke clearly and decisively, "Turn around, go back."
Xiao Zhao knew that once Shi Che found out, this would definitely be the outcome. He saw Shi Che’s face growing paler and was filled with intense worry, but still braced himself to say, "President Shi, you just hit your head. It’s still better to go to the hospital for a check-up first. As for Young Madam, I will call Old Zhu to go look for her."
Shi Che gave him a cold glance, cutting him off without discussion, "Don’t make me repeat myself."
Xiao Zhao still wanted to persuade him further, but he also knew that Shi Che’s words were not open to question. Despite his worries, he couldn’t defy his order and let out a light sigh then said to the driver ahead, "Driver, turn the car around."
Ling Chuxia didn’t know how long she had been crying; she felt disoriented, surrounded by darkness and silence. A gentle wind blew past, and the leaves rustled, giving off a cold, eerie feeling.
However, she was unaware, standing up in a daze, walking forward blankly.
She didn’t know how long she had walked when she faintly saw some lights ahead. Ling Chuxia gradually approached and realized it was a public bus stop. Unknowingly, she had reached the outskirts of the villa area.
She stood blankly beside the bus stop sign, her gaze vacant, her eyes lost. She didn’t know what to do next; she only knew she didn’t want to go back at all.
Right at this moment, a public bus approached and stopped in front of her. The doors opened but Ling Chuxia stood there, still dazed, until the bus driver called out to her, "Miss, are you getting on or not?"
There was a slight flicker in the bottom of Ling Chuxia’s eyes as she looked at the open bus doors. Her hands unconsciously clenched and finally, just as the doors were about to close, she lifted her foot and stepped onto the bus.
It was already around eight or nine in the evening, and there were hardly any passengers on the bus. Ling Chuxia got on, fished out some money from her pocket without looking at the amount, and shoved it into the fare box, then walked to the back row and sat down.
She didn’t know where this bus was headed, but as long as it could take her away from here, anywhere would be better than this suffocating place.
The bus doors closed, and the bus began to move slowly.