Hudson Chester hurriedly rushed to the hospital and breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that Aria Jackson was out of danger.
A blessing in disguise—
One, the oncoming vehicle braked in ti;
Two, Aria Jackson’s Jeep was sturdy enough;
Three, Aria Jackson wasn’t driving fast.
It was also because she noticed an unusual darkness around her at the ti, so she slowed down, wanting to check her phone to see if she had taken the wrong route, and that’s when the accident happened.
The driver at fault was extrely aggrieved and, upon learning the other party was a police officer, was both shocked and fearful. He complained outside the hospital room to Bobby and Lionel, "It was her who hit ! I braked, but she just rushed at , and I couldn’t avoid it!!!"
No matter how Bobby explained that they would investigate thoroughly, the other party wouldn’t stop making a scene, a grown man almost ready to cry and cling to their legs.
Lionel, unable to bear the disturbance, shouted, "Enough! We won’t make you pay, okay?!"
Only then did the driver calm down.
Hudson Chester walked into the hospital room, and the doctor responsible for the ergency was also there, saying to him, "The speed wasn’t fast, so there’s no major issue, but her arm, previously fractured, broke again, and she lost a lot of blood."
Aria Jackson was conscious on the hospital bed, looking at Hudson Chester with a sowhat helpless expression.
"How are you feeling now?" Hudson asked as he walked over.
Aria closed her eyes and then opened them again, seeming very tired.
Hudson said, "Rest first, we can talk about anything tomorrow."
Aria shook her head. With a slightly larger movent, her whole body ached, and she furrowed her brows deeply, saying in a low voice, "Hudson, I saw her."
Hudson paused for a mont, then followed Aria’s gaze to see the dical records on the bedside cabinet.
He flipped a page, finding Lauren Jones’s farewell letter clipped inside.
To the breeze before the moon;
The clear night, a jade of blooms;
In solitude, whom do I share my feelings with?
Enamored with the golden-threaded coat;
You cry much because of love.
This acrostic poem, once handed to Aria, had stayed with her, now marked with scattered bloodstains.
"Lauren Jones’s spirit... may be attached to the farewell letter," Aria said weakly, "Hudson... how did you get involved with such a lovesick ghost?"
She was becoming more and more suspicious that Hudson was lying.
If it were just an ordinary crush, would she still obsess over him after death?
Hudson picked up the crumpled piece of paper, montarily speechless.
He couldn’t understand either...
...
After a good sleep, Aria, feeling slightly better, called Purple Sumrs for help.
Purple was puzzled: "? How... how do I handle this?"
"Try to communicate with her... appearing out of nowhere is really scary," Aria said worriedly, not ntioning her accident.
Purple was even more confused: "How do I communicate?"
"I don’t know... there must be so way, right?" Aria sighed, "Maybe try brainwaves? Normal people certainly can’t communicate with her."
Purple: "..."
Two minutes later, Purple Sumrs sent Hunter Dalton’s contact information to Aria.
Aria couldn’t wait at all, dragging her injured body to call Hunter Dalton, roughly explaining the matter.
Hunter replied, "This matter can be both easy and troubleso to handle. If an evil ghost is causing trouble, exorcism aligns with the natural order, but if there’s no malice, interfering may disrupt the balance of cause and effect, potentially affecting both your destinies."
After a pause, he added, "Ms. Jackson, perhaps discuss this further with that doctor. My suggestion is to send the spirit back to its holand, let it naturally dissipate, to avoid arising resentnt that might cause greater trouble."
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