Sylvia Sterling felt a tinge of bitterness and couldn’t help but express so resentnt: "Director Blackwood, even if you don’t care for your own body, you should value it more for the sake of myself and other doctors who have been fighting desperately to save you."
At that ti, the fruit knife was just a few milliters away from piercing the heart, just a tiny bit from being beyond salvation!
Even now, Sylvia Sterling rembers the post-surgery feeling of being saved from the brink of death, trembling all over, heart pounding, and cold sweat drenching her.
Luckily, she managed to rescue this man!
Sebastian Blackwood closed his eyes slightly, his face was pale to the point of translucence.
To Sylvia Sterling’s words, he rely let out a faint murmur from his throat, without knowing if he heard it at all.
Seeing this, Sylvia Sterling knew that her words went unheard, and in the end, she could only sigh.
Just then, the driver in front suddenly said: "Miss Sylvia, the lady who was chasing the car earlier has been in an accident!"
What?
Sylvia Sterling’s eyes widened in shock.
She knew the person chasing the car was Ivy Kensington, and understood that if Ivy saw Sebastian Blackwood, they would undoubtedly beco entangled again. Sebastian couldn’t afford to delay his treatnt abroad any further, so she had the driver leave while Sebastian wasn’t paying attention.
She never expected that Ivy would get into an accident at this crucial mont!
The feeling of cold sweat started again on Sylvia’s back; she couldn’t let Sebastian know that the one in the accident was Ivy, otherwise, he would never agree to go abroad for treatnt!
"Drive, go."
She imdiately ordered.
Sebastian Blackwood’s condition wasn’t good. Although the surgery had successfully saved him from death, he frequently fell into unconsciousness during this period.
Just like a mont ago, his consciousness had been in a state of confusion.
"Who got into an accident?"
His eyelids twitched slightly, the man’s voice was slightly hoarse as he asked.
"It’s that Ivy..."
The driver, being a straightforward person, began to answer when he heard the question, but Sylvia Sterling quickly interrupted him: "No one important."
Upon hearing this, Sebastian Blackwood made a sound of acknowledgnt and, exhausted, drifted back into sleep.
On the other side.
Ivy Kensington lay on the cold ground, feeling warm blood slowly trickling down her forehead, past her eye, sliding across her lips, with a faint tallic taste.
She struggled to lift her hand to wipe away the blood blocking her vision.
Her gaze stubbornly fixed on the departing Porsche’s direction, watching as the green light appeared, the car slowly drove away, gradually rging into the sea of cars, until it was no longer visible.
Ivy’s eyes filled with a stinging sourness, crystal tears mixed with blood fell, spreading on the road without a trace.
"Sebastian Blackwood..."
She called out helplessly, trying to find him again.
But no matter how hard she tried, she could no longer see him.
"Ivy."
At this mont, another deep male voice sounded, it was Evan Lowell.
His leg had healed quite a bit, as long as he found the right walking posture, no one would see the defect in his leg, appearing just like a normal person.
"I’ve told you, by your side, there’s only ."
And only he would love her this way.
Evan Lowell bent down, his arm slid under Ivy’s knees, lifting her horizontally from the ground.
"This ti, you won’t be able to escape anymore."
His eyes were dark as he spoke, his smile determined.
Before Ivy fell into total unconsciousness, she instinctively tried to push him away, but her body was too weak, in the end, she could only let him hold her...
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