When Chantelle woke up, she realized she was in a hospital room.
She felt thirsty and instinctively reached for the cup beside her.
Only then did she notice her injured arm.
The mory of the explosion and her narrow escape was still vivid in her mind.
She was lucky to have reacted quickly. Otherwise, she might not have woken up at all.
Thinking about it still sent chills down Chantelle's spine.
The fear of dying, mixed with mories from her past, left her worried.
It felt even worse knowing that the person behind it all was Daniel.
With her uninjured hand, she turned on her phone.
A news alert imdiately popped up:
"Spontaneous car explosion in Clearwater Lane early this morning. Drivers are advised to check their vehicles before heading out..."
Chantelle stared at the screen, speechless.
That bastard, Daniel, was really good at covering things up!
Spontaneous car explosion?Who would believe that?
"Ms. Chantelle, I'm so glad you're awake. I should have followed you... This is all my fault," Calvin said as he walked into the room, carrying a kettle of warm water.
Seeing her awake, he quickly poured a cup and placed it on the bedside table.
Standing beside her, he looked anxious.
The mont Calvin received Chantelle's ssage, he sent help.
But he had been a step too late.
Now, because of that, she was hurt.
He couldn't help but bla himself.
"It's not your fault. If you hadn't arrived in ti, my arm wouldn't be the only thing injured."
"I... Ms. Chantelle, you can't act alone next ti. It's my job to protect you. If anything happens to you, it's all my fault!"
Chantelle looked at him. "Calvin, how old are you?"
"I'm 25. Why?"
"You're still young, so don't talk like an old man. It makes feel like your master has possessed you."
"Ms. Chantelle!"
"Alright, enough of that. Now that Mr. Wilson, the richest man in Easthan, wants dead, let's not dwell on the past. Just make sure to clean up the ss for . I don't want to be running from Daniel again after barely surviving this incident."
Chantelle forced a smile.
Daniel, that bastard, has no rcy!
I went to his house in the middle of the night, but was that really a reason to go this far?
Did he figure out that I was the one who broke in?
Is that why he tried to get rid of —taking revenge for Kate at the sa ti?
A cold shiver ran through Chantelle as the thought sank in.
"Ms. Chantelle, soone tampered with our car, but it might not have been Mr. Wilson," Calvin said, handing her a tablet.
"What?" Chantelle's eyes widened as she reached for it.
The screen showed the car's surveillance footage.
The data had been uploaded to the cloud, so even though the car was destroyed, the video was still accessible.
After the incident, Calvin downloaded the video to understand what had happened and take action.
In the footage, a man wearing a black cap and a face mask was clearly visible.
He opened the door of the car Chantelle had parked on Clearwater Lane.
He sat in the backseat for a while before getting out and disappearing.
Chantelle arrived about ten minutes later.
Daniel and Ashton only saw the car after she hid underneath it.
The surveillance footage continued until the mont the car exploded. Then, the screen went blank.
"Does this an soone tampered with my car before I even got there?"
Chantelle was stunned. She had always believed that Daniel, wanting to get rid of her, had ordered soone to sabotage the car while she was hiding underneath it.
Could she have been wrong?
Calvin studied the screen. "Based on the video, the man who entered the car earlier seems more suspicious. But he was completely covered, and with the car burned beyond recognition, we still have no leads on him."
Calvin replayed the video multiple tis. The man looked familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen him before.
From the way he moved inside the car, he didn't seem like a thief. He looked more like soone planting sothing.
Based on Calvin's experience, it was nearly impossible to set up an explosive device in just two or three minutes.
Chantelle listened carefully and thoughts filled her mind. Since she returned, she had only made enemies with two people.
"If Daniel isn't behind this, then it must be Kate's people. We have to find him!"
"Yes, Ms. Chantelle."
****
Daniel hurried back to the Wilson residence and went straight upstairs.
Philip had already been inford and had just finished examining Kane. But sothing felt off.
"It's definitely a fever, but the numbers don't add up..."
He ran multiple tests, double-checking everything. But no matter how many tis he repeated the process, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Daniel knelt beside Kane. "Rai, does your head still hurt? Do you feel anything else?"
"Sore throat..." Kane mumbled, opening his mouth and pointing inside.
Philip tensed up and quickly grabbed a small dical flashlight to examine his mouth carefully.
After checking, his expression darkened. "Rai, can I check your arms?"
"Okay."
With Kane's permission, Philip carefully rolled up his sleeves.
Kane's chubby arms were covered in red rashes.
It was an allergic reaction!
Philip's expression changed instantly.
"Rai, you're having an allergic reaction! Who gave you ginger?"
Everyone in the Wilson family knew Railer was allergic to ginger.
Even touching ginger could cause Kane to have rashes and fever. In severe cases, it could lead to breathing problems.
It was unbelievable that this happened while Daniel was ho.
Kane shook his head, not wanting to say anything.
He only wanted to distract Daniel with a phone call to help his mommy, but sohow, he ended up with a fever.
Kane had no idea what was happening, either!
He had never had an allergic reaction before!
Kane lay weakly on the small bed as Philip set up an allergy IV drip for him.
His little mind grew hazy, and he drifted off to sleep before he knew it.
When Daniel walked in, he saw Kane lying there, hooked up to the IV, looking frail.
His heart clenched with worry, and he rushed over.
"What happened? Why did you suddenly get a fever?"
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