And just as she ran over, the Porsche that had been stationary suddenly started up.
"Stop!"
Ivy Kensington struggled to catch up, but the Porsche had already moved a distance away.
Ivy, who hadn’t shed a tear during the ordeal, felt her lips tremble and her eyes went red. She started to cry: "Sebastian Blackwood, I know it’s you! You’re still here, you ca... why don’t you see ..."
She chased after the Porsche like a madwoman, causing Sharon Langley and Frank Spence to be stunned.
What’s going on?
Why is she chasing after that car so desperately?
"Ivy!"
Seeing sothing was wrong, Sharon Langley quickly ran over.
"Sharon, the person in that car must be Sebastian. He’s back! He didn’t die, they’re lying to , he’s really still here."
Ivy gripped Sharon Langley’s hand tightly like clutching at a lifeline, pointing to the departing direction of the Porsche with her other hand, earnestly telling her what’s in her heart.
Her feeling couldn’t be wrong, the person in the car must be Sebastian Blackwood.
He didn’t die!
Sharon Langley looked at her with complex emotions, montarily unsure whether to tell her the truth.
She had to temporarily reassure her, "Ivy, calm down for now. Let’s go back to see Ginny and Cody first, okay?"
"Sharon, don’t you believe ? I’m not lying to you, the person inside must be Sebastian..."
Ivy stubbornly stared at the direction the Porsche was heading, Sharon Langley furrowed her brows, sighed, and finally said, "Ivy, the person inside is actually..."
It’s the Sterling family’s car, as its license plate starts with the Sterling’s emblem, so how could the person inside be Sebastian?
Just when she was about to reveal this, the Porsche was forced to stop due to a red light at the intersection ahead.
Ivy seized the opportunity and rushed toward it frantically.
"Sebastian!"
She loudly shouted the man’s na, and as she was about to catch up, a small sedan suddenly approached unexpectedly from her side, "Beep beep—"
The intense honking rang out, "Get out of the way, crazy woman!"
The driver of the sedan didn’t expect soone to run over, he wanted to brake but was completely too late.
"Boom..."
The sound of a body colliding with the car surface echoed, and Ivy’s delicate body flew out like a broken kite, gently hitting the ground.
"Ivy!"
Sharon Langley was terrified, frozen in place.
It happened too suddenly, how could this be!
An unexpected accident, and the previously orderly street imdiately descended into chaos, countless horns blaring intensely, piercing pain into people’s eardrums.
Inside the comfortable Porsche cabin.
The young man’s face was strikingly handso, with strong features and rare deep-set eyes among Asians. If there was one flaw, it was his excessively pale complexion, even with a touch of fragility. His thin lips were unusually pale but did not detract from his "God-ford" handso face.
It was the kind of look that people can’t forget after a single glance.
"Director Blackwood, are you okay?"
Sylvia Sterling sat beside the man, worriedly looking at his frail complexion.
He was supposed to go abroad for treatnt days earlier, but he insisted on waiting for Ivy’s case to end before leaving. How could his already weak body endure all this?
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