Chapter 1712:
Jules’ face set in a grim line upon seeing the blood on her forehead. “We’re going to the hospital.”
Rachel regarded Corrine with worry. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine,” Corrine assured her, her eyes tracking the road.
The truck that hit her was accelerating away, vanishing into the distance.
“That was no accident—it was intentional, probably on someone’s orders,” Rachel surmised, her voice steady. “We’ll check the surveillance cameras nearby. They might give us some leads.”
Corrine nodded in agreement and said to Jules, “First, let’s head to your place.” A hospital visit would surely draw Nate’s attention.
“Understood.”
They soon reached Jules’ villa, where a doctor was already waiting to tend to her injuries.
The sight of blood on Corrine’s face prompted the doctor into swift action, addressing her wounds with expert care. Thankfully, they were merely superficial cuts from the glass.
Once the doctor had departed, Jules reentered Corrine’s room. “It seems those in Pinetree City are growing impatient.”
Corrine’s gaze dropped as she tapped a rapid rhythm on her keyboard, drafting a message. However, before she could send it, her phone erupted with a ring.
It was Nate.
Her fingers hesitated before she dismissed the call. Almost immediately, the phone rang again, Nate’s name illuminating the screen. Taking a deep breath, she answered. “Sorry, I was in a meeting and accidentally declined your call.”
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“Are you going to come out willingly, or do I need to come in and drag you out?” Nate’s voice was low and cold, his anger palpable.
Panic flickered in Corrine’s eyes. She rose swiftly and moved toward the window. Spotting a familiar car parked outside, her heart dropped. She had intended to keep the accident a secret, but it seemed impossible now.
“Wait for me.”
After ending the call, she turned to face Jules.
Before Corrine could utter a word, Jules dismissed her with a scornful look. “Move quickly, before your fiancé breaks the door down.”
Corrine exhaled. That was indeed a move characteristic of Nate.
Leaving the safety of Jules’ villa, she tried to conceal the white bandage on her forehead, but it was to no avail.
Nate noticed the blood staining the bandage the moment he saw her, his fingers twitching as if clenching something invisible, his heart constricting with both panic and pain. His expression hardened, his jaw setting tightly as he fought back his anger.
“It’s just a minor cut,” Corrine reassured him, gently grasping his tense hand.
Nate’s gaze was deep, reflecting turmoil. “Then what, in your eyes, constitutes a serious injury?”
Her heart skipped at his tone.
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