Bearing the pain in his head, Dylan took the private elevator down to the underground parking, got in his car, and started the engine.
The car drove away from the parking and rushed forward like an angry fiery dragon. Suddenly it lost control and ran into the flower beds at the roadside!
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When Dylan ca to life, he found himself in a hospital bed, and he saw a familiar, worried face before him.
"Awake at last." Jacob let out a sigh of relief.
Dylan stretched his limbs. His head was dreamy and dazed after taking so hits, but he was not hurt.
Jacob helped him to sit up and looked at him, his face grim.
"You had an accident on the way. What's going on? I just gave you an examination and found that you have just taken the dicine. Didn't I remind you not to drive or exercise after taking the dicine? It's easy to have temporary hallucinations within half an hour after taking it. You're lucky to get off with just a few bruises!"
"Anyone know about it?" Dylan frowned.
"No one knows," Jacob sighed. "The police took your phone and called Garwood after your accident. Garwood brought you to . All I told Garwood was that you were probably driving in a distracted manner before you hit the flower bed and didn't get hurt. I told him not to tell your father."
Dylan's face relaxed a little, and he said, "I just took so dicine at the office, but I still don't feel well. So I want to co to you."
Jacob's face changed.
"Do you still feel sick after taking the dicine? Did you take the dose I told you?"
"Well. One more was added, but it didn't work very well."
Jacob didn't speak for a long ti with a complex expression.
"My condition is getting serious, isn't it?" Dylan imdiately knew what his friend ant.
Jacob swallowed and tried to comfort him, "You know you have to take regular dicine and maintain a calm mind, and you should not..."
"I want to hear the truth." Dylan interrupted him with a cold and calm tone, however, he failed to hide the pain that was drawn in his pale face abruptly.
After a short pause, Jacob nodded, "yes."
Dylan's face changed slightly, but there was no sign of any great sadness anymore as he knew his fate.
"Well, I see. I have to go." Dylan got out of bed with a straight face, picked up his coat on the hanger, and walked out of the ward.
Jacob looked after him anxiously, reaching out his hand, trying to stop him, but he finally sighed and saw his friend disappear behind the door.
* * *
There were three days left before the wedding.
Kevin left all the business of JK to Dan and his subordinates, and he devoted himself to the details of the wedding ceremony. He accompanied Savannah to try on banquet dresses and discussed with wedding planners for the decorations of the ceremony.
By their mutual decision, the wedding would be a low-key affair. They had only invited so old friends, including the old director, teachers, and children of the orphanage, Joanne, Garcia, and Dan.
Kevin had booked a flight to Italy. After their wedding reception, they would fly to Europe for their honeymoon.
They decided to take a trip around Europe and then return to LECCO's town in Milan to enjoy so leisure ti.
Savannah acquiesced in all the plans Kevin had made for them. She smiled more often and seed to be in a much better mood. They talked and laughed when they tried on wedding dresses in the wedding dress shop.
Whether or not her smile was disguised or genuine, she was willing to take the step, and that was good.
This afternoon, Savannah got a call when she was trying on a wedding dress in a wedding dress shop with Kevin. A client of the Morton group invited Savannah and her assistant to dinner in a five-star hotel to celebrate the success of their cooperation.
Kevin offered to drive Savannah there, but Savannah didn't want to bother him.
"No, Kevin, you can go ahead. I will et my assistant first."
"Okay," Kevin touched her hair softly as he said, "call when you're done over there. I'll pick you up."
Savannah nodded with a sweet smile.
Kevin got her out and saw her get in a taxi. He was just about to turn around and head back to the wedding shop when a polite voice stopped him,
"Mr. Wills, wait a minute."
His face changed slightly, and he turned to see a bodyguard of the Smiths walking towards him.
"Miss Smith is here. She wants to see you. Over there, please."
Kevin could guess why Cecelia was here.
The marriage didn't get much out of the way, but the Smiths knew it.
Two days ago, Robert called and asked about it. He acquiesced.
Robert was in a supportive attitude for his son's marriage with the daughter from the Morton family. The only thing he couldn't bear was that his son's wedding was so silent, and he wanted to help make it grand.
The young master of the Smith family deserved to have a royal wedding.
Kevin refused, saying that he and Savannah preferred a low-key one.
Robert had to let him have his own way, but Kevin didn't expect the girl to co.
He followed the guard straight to the garden across the street.
Apparently, the street garden was cleared ahead of ti by the guards. No one was seen, and it was very quiet.
"Miss Smith is over there," the guard gave a direction.
Kevin walked slowly over and saw Cecelia sitting on a park bench with her shouldered backpack on her back. She stared blankly to the front, like a lonely, abandoned cat.
He hadn't seen her for five months. She seed to have lost so weight.
It was school ti. She was supposed to have sneaked out of school again.
Hearing Kevin's footsteps, she jumped off the bench and walked towards him.
"You're going to marry Savannah?" she asked, looking a bit pale.
Kevin nodded, then frowned.
"Did you get out of school again? Go back now!"
As the words died down, Cecelia was about to cry.
"Why? You know Savannah doesn't really love you, don't you?"
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