The night had fallen, and winter nights always ca early. Lin Banxia suddenly felt her heart racing uncontrollably, a deep unease curling tightly around her chest.
She paced back and forth in the room several tis, her hands clasped tightly together, but the sense of foreboding refused to dissipate. Fear began to take hold of her entire being.
Suddenly, the phone on her bedside table rang!
Lin Banxia felt as though she could hear her own heart pounding like a drum, her mind montarily blank.
She hurried toward the phone and saw that it was Qi Han, Yan Ting’s assistant, calling.
Lin Banxia’s beautiful eyes froze in place, hesitant to pick up. Yet in the next second, driven by urgent anxiety, she snatched up the phone and pressed it to her ear.
"Young Mistress, the young master was in a car accident and is being rushed to the hospital for ergency treatnt," Qi Han’s voice was laced with both urgency and panic.
"What?" Lin Banxia froze completely, a chill spreading throughout her body.
How could this happen? Could it be that no matter how much she tried to escape, she couldn’t evade the grasp of fate?
Yan Ting was destined to rise from the ashes. Even though she had tried to delay the inevitable, it seed she ultimately couldn’t escape the dangers foretold by destiny.
"Young Mistress... are you okay? Don’t worry, the young master will definitely be fine." Qi Han, not hearing her response, grew concerned, particularly because she was still pregnant. He feared she might be overco by the shock.
Lin Banxia worked hard to steady her breathing before speaking, "Which hospital? I’m heading over right now!"
If the tragedy couldn’t be stopped, Lin Banxia had no choice but to face her fate head-on.
Soon after she hung up, the old lady’s call ca in.
"Banxia, did you hear about Yan Ting’s accident? Don’t worry, he’ll be fine," the old lady said anxiously, afraid the blow might harm the child Lin Banxia was carrying.
Lin Banxia, of course, already knew Yan Ting would survive—though he would need to stay in the hospital for at least half a month.
So, knowing the outco couldn’t be altered, Lin Banxia resigned herself to accept it. All that remained was for her to focus on taking care of him at the hospital.
"Grandma, don’t worry about . I’m fine. I want to go to the hospital to see how he’s doing!" Lin Banxia couldn’t completely hide her anxiety and grief.
"Alright, I’ll go with you! Get ready—I’ll have my driver pick you up!" The old lady, too, was eager to check on Yan Ting.
Lin Banxia got into the car, and as they drove, she noticed the old lady’s eyes were red. "How could such a thing happen? Everything was fine, and now a car accident? You and he are about to get married, and now this... even your wedding will have to be delayed!"
Lin Banxia knew the old lady was deeply worried and upset. But now, knowing the truth, Lin Banxia surprisingly found herself calming down.
Did the old lady truly think the car accident was a re coincidence?
But in fact, it was her own son who had caused all of this.
"Grandma, don’t be sad. Let’s go see how he’s doing first. As for the wedding, let’s not talk about that for now," Lin Banxia said, taking on the task of comforting the elderly woman in return.
The two of them headed to the hospital. Outside the operating room, they saw that Old Sir Huo, Huo Tianfeng, Qi Han, and several others had already arrived.
"How is Yan Ting? What’s his condition? Is it serious?" The old lady walked over shakily, bombarding them with questions.
Huo Tianfeng imdiately stepped forward to support her, offering reassurance, "Mom, you’re here? Yan Ting is currently in surgery. He should be fine; don’t worry."
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