We stared each other down for a long while before I relented and got out of the car.
I walked toward him and said in a clipped tone, “Please step aside. We need to drive the car in!” He was blocking the entrance, and I couldn’t very well make the car fly over him.
He grabbed my hand with the strength of his grip gradually increasing, causing pain to shoot through my hand. After staring at me for a long time, hurt flashed across his eyes as he forced out the words, “Sienna, this isn’t your home.”
I was trembling slightly, but not because of him, no. It was probably due to the late autumn’s cold weather.
I felt the urge to laugh, but my voice was caught in my throat. My eyes stung with imminent tears, and I flung his hand away with all my might, keeping my emotions on a tight leash before speaking, “Sure. You can continue standing in the way if you wanna die!”
With that, I got into the car. John left the keys behind, so I started the engine and looked at the man standing motionless in front of the car. “Get out of the way!” I shouted.
His bottomless eyes gleamed slightly when he said, “If my death will make you feel better, so be it.”
The autumn wind in K City was freezing, billowing so strong that the leaves on the roadside were blown everywhere, like orphans left to fend for themselves.
“It’s still not too late to get out of the way!” I paused, narrowing my eyes a fraction before continuing, “Because I will run you down.”
“Mm. Do it!” His voice was calm, but John started to panic.
He looked at me and warned in a grave tone, “Letty, don’t be rash!”
Am I being rash? No, I know what I’m doing. Squinting my eyes, I lifted my foot and floored the accelerator.
Love was indeed terrifying and stupid at the same time. Stupid because right before the car rammed into Anthony, I jerked the steering wheel to the side and crashed into the flowerbed on the roadside.
This suicidal act caused my head to buzz. There was a sharp pain in my chest before something warm surged in my throat.
I spat a mouthful of blood and slumped weakly onto the steering wheel, gradually losing consciousness.
Everything happened so quickly, and my hazy mind could vaguely hear two anxious shouts.
“Sienna!”
“Letty!”
Anthony’s and John’s voices sounded in unison.
I was in the hospital when I came to.
My whole body was numb with pain. Staring at the ceiling, I began to hate myself because I had failed to kill the person I despised the most. How useless.
Turning to look at the person standing beside my bed, I said apologetically, “Sorry. I seemed to have lost control of my emotions again and got myself into trouble.”
This wasn’t the first time Marcus had seen me try to kill myself. He was terrified at first, but now that I was brought back from the brink of death, he could finally relax.
He raised his hand to push away the stray strands of hair on my forehead and uttered in a low voice, “John’s Bentley is scrapped. You’re lucky to be alive!”
I smiled feebly, uncertain whether he was relieved or freaked out. There was a needle stuck into the back of my hand which was slightly swollen, probably because I had been on a drip for quite some time already.
“Was I out for a long time?”
He nodded. “Two days and one night. Your forehead and chest sustained injuries.”
I stared at the ceiling again and said nonchalantly, “This time didn’t hurt as bad.”
I didn’t have the courage to die because I was scared of the pain, be it slicing wrists or jumping off a building.
The fear of pain made me a cowardly person.
His face sank. “Sienna, this is the last time. If you’d rather hurt yourself than get revenge, then I’m done. Whether you live or die will have nothing to do with me.”
I lifted my hand to grab his arm, apologizing in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let my emotions take control of me!”
The fact was, I couldn’t bring myself to die just like that.
Seeing my red-rimmed eyes, he sighed and placed my hand underneath the blanket before saying, “Don’t do anything stupid again. You have a long way ahead of you. Take things slowly and you’ll be fine.”
I nodded and fell into a daze with my eyes fixated on the ceiling. Why couldn’t I run Anthony over? Why wasn’t I brave enough?
Sleep took over me once again, and it was already midnight by the time I woke up.
The moment I opened my eyes, I locked gazes with the man I was supposed to meet in the afterlife.
As usual, Anthony was clad in a black tailored suit. Perhaps because the heater was turned on, he took off his coat, revealing the impeccably ironed white shirt, which was completely befitting of his personality.
“You’re awake.” He came forward and looked at me with an unreadable glint in his eyes.
He was the last person I wanted to see, so I shut my eyes.
“Are you hurting anywhere?” he continued speaking.
Without any desire to talk, I remained tight-lipped.
“Would you like some water?”
A frown appeared between my brows as the back of my hand throbbed with a dull pain. I’d had too many infusions in the past two months, so the bruise on the back of my hand hadn’t subsided.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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