Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 72: Tiffany had an accident

Did I hit soone?

Calvin frowned, instantly opened the car door to inspect the situation.

Only then did he notice.

The person he had hit was a woman dressed in a light pink short dress.

Beside her lie a smashed laptop.

Thankfully, he braked in ti, she didn’t seem to be severely injured.

She had already propped herself up and was examining her own body.

"Miss," Calvin squatted down, checking the injuries on the woman’s body while speaking softly.

"Are you okay?"

"Look at ,"

Tiffany, staring at her painfully throbbing leg, her swollen and bleeding knee as well as her arm, her beautiful eyes filling up with tears as she glared at the culprit.

"Do I look okay with you?"

The narrow, black eyes.

A high, prominent nose.

Lush, rosy lips.

It’s rare for a man’s appearance to be described as pretty.

But besides this word, Tiffany couldn’t think of any other term at the mont.

However, the pain radiating from various parts of her body quickly overshadowed the admiration in her eyes.

After all, no matter how handso, it couldn’t alleviate the pain.

"Can you stand up?"

Calvin glanced at the ti. If she was fine, that’s the best.

He could directly compensate her with so money and let her go to the hospital by herself.

"Let try,"

Tiffany bit her lip, struggling to stand up. Seeing her struggle, Calvin extended his hand.

"Lean on ."

Given the circumstances, Tiffany had no room for being pretentious.

She leaned on the man’s firm arm, slowly getting up.

Just as she was about to start walking, a stabbing pain ca from her calf.

"Hiss," Luckily, Tiffany firmly gripped Calvin’s arm to stabilize her body, preventing her from falling again.

"It hurts so much!!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, on the verge of overflowing.

Tiffany’s pain sensitivity was threefold compared to an average person, so she was particularly terrified of getting injured ever since she was little.

She didn’t expect that today, when she was rely preparing to go to the coffee shop to gather so creative inspiration, she would be so unlucky to be hit by a car.

Calvin was a person of great experience.

Whether the woman before him was pretending or not, he could easily tell.

"Looks like it’s a fracture."

Calvin let go of Tiffany, striding towards the car.

"Stand by yourself."

"You," Tiffany stood unsteadily, her stunning eyes wide with surprise as she watched the man’s receding figure.

"You’re not planning on ditching here while I’m unable to walk due to my fracture and driving away, are you?"

This place is off the surveillance grid, rarely anyone passes by.

If this man actually does leave her here, she really has no way out.

Does he seem that unreliable?

Calvin stopped mid-step, almost laughed out loud in disbelief.

"That’s really unnecessary. I can afford your dical bills."

He opened the passenger’s side door, then walked towards Tiffany.

Before Tiffany could react, she was lifted by the waist with one hand and placed in the seat.

"Fasten your seatbelt." Calvin, started the car, ready to leave.

Tiffany looked at the shattered remnants of her old partner on the ground, her heart filled with anxiety.

"Wait, wait, my laptop!!"

Calvin ignored her.

"I’ll compensate you."

"No, that’s not acceptable," Tiffany shook her head, remaining steadfast.

"My effort of several months are in there. Even if it’s completely destroyed, I can’t just throw it away haphazardly."

There was nothing Calvin could do but to get off the car and fetch it for her.

Then, he drove her to the hospital.

anwhile, in a corner not too far away,

"Miss, there’s been an accident."

The man held his phone, speaking in a deep voice.

"That woman got hit by a car, she’s now on the way to the hospital."

"Damn it, why on earth did the accident have to happen now of all tis?"

The woman on the other end of the phone was obviously very displeased.

"Follow them."

Hospital.

Inside the VIP ward.

"Don’t worry," The friendly middle-aged female doctor gently puts down the X-rays, looking kindly at the somberly-faced Calvin by the bedside.

"Your girlfriend’s leg fracture isn’t severe.

No surgery is needed.

With a plaster cast for conservative treatnt, it will be healed in less than a month."

Calvin: ..... Where did she get the idea that they’re a couple?

However, he wasn’t planning to waste his ti explaining to soone who was not involved.

Yet, the patient on the bed, Tiffany, couldn’t wait and spoke up.

"You misunderstood. This man and I are not a couple."

They’re not a couple, yet she was rushed to the hospital with such urgency?

They’re not a couple, yet they can afford to stay in a VIP ward?

They’re not a couple, yet they care so much about each other’s injuries?

Who hasn’t been young before?

The middle-aged female doctor nodded along with Tiffany’s words, but the laughter in her eyes clearly spelled out two characters: Distrust.

She took a cotton swab saturated with iodine from the dical box and started treating the scrapes on Tiffany’s body.

"You really misunderstood," Tiffany sighed, her pretty and adorable face filled with helplessness.

"If you must define the relationship between this gentleman and , it would be the relationship between a victim and an offender."

She pointed at herself and Calvin, laughing.

"The wounds you are treating now, were all inflicted by this gentleman."

The middle-aged female doctor saw Tiffany’s seriousness and realized that she had indeed misjudged the situation before.

Embarrassnt flashed in her eyes.

"Heh, it’s rare to see a perpetrator and victim get along like you two."

Although what she said was the truth, Tiffany’s attitude of wanting to distance herself from him still left Calvin feeling a little irritated.

"All hospital expenses will be charged from my card, this three hundred thousand is for your emotional distress compensation."

He took out a bank card and a business card from his wallet and placed them on the table.

"If there are any further issues, call the number on this business card."

"I’ve got sothing urgent to attend, so I’ll go first."

"Drive slowly, be careful."

Tiffany criticized inwardly. Got hit by soone again.

She looked at the bank card in front of her, shaking her head.

The compensation for ntal distress alone was almost half of her annual manuscript fees.

She wouldn’t mind running into such a good thing again.

"Hiss,"

Tiffany’s daydreams were interrupted by a pain from the wound.

Nevermind, she really can’t stand the pain! --

Luther Family Mansion.

"Madam," Luke walked in quickly, lowering his head.

"From our people’s investigation, the man nad Arlo has a close relationship with another woman, apart from Miss Tiffany."

As he spoke, he handed over the information to Camilla.

"This is a photograph."

Is Arlo two-timing?

A flash of surprise crossed Camilla’s beautiful eyes as she began to examine the photos taken out from the file.

The first one.

It was Arlo, arm around a woman who seed only eighteen or nineteen years old, shopping in a mall, and holding quite a few shopping bags.

The second. It was Arlo and the woman, sweetly feeding each other in a high-end restaurant.

The third... At a luxury goods counter...

Camilla flipped through each photo, her expression growing colder.

To the unknowing, you would think Arlo was from a wealthy family, a second-generation rich.

But she knew clearly.

He had borrowed a lot of money from Tiffany under the pretext of investing in business during this period.

It seed that all the money was spent here.

"Find out the identity of this woman and their current residence," Camilla said in a cold voice.

Taking this opportunity, it will allow Fany to see Arlo’s true colours.

Only by staying away from Arlo can what happened in her past life change.

At this mont, Luke’s cell phone suddenly rang.

"Madam," Luke took a glance at the screen of his mobile phone.

"It’s from the person tailing Miss Tiffany.

Could it be, did sothing happen to Fany?

Camilla’s expression slightly hardened. "Answer it quickly."

Luke nodded, accepting the call.

A mont later, he lifted his eyes to look at Camilla.

"Miss Tiffany had a car accident, she is currently in the hospital."

Fany had a car accident?!

Camilla’s pupils suddenly contracted, she imdiately stood up from the couch.

"Which hospital? How severe are her injuries?"

"She’s at a hospital close to the west of the city.

I will drive you there right now," Luke said truthfully.

"As for the injuries, our people didn’t dare to get too close, so we’re not exactly sure."

Miss Tiffany was not to be found out, her normal life not to be interrupted.

This was a special instruction from the Madam.

Could it be that while she was keeping a close eye on Arlo, fate has subtly changed once again?

Camilla imdiately took out his mobile phone and dialed Tiffany’s number.

Off.

Still off.

Camilla didn’t wait any longer, she picked up the dical kit and rushed out anxiously.

He hoped that none of the items in this dical kit would be needed by Tiffany.

Sanchez family Villa.

"Once you capture this woman, the price will be doubled," Clara held her mobile phone, her eyes brimming with malice.

"In addition, you must bring her to the location I specify."

The other party agreed and promptly hung up.

If Camilla was not going to allow herself to attend the Luther’s banquet, she would make sure Camilla had her mont of empty joy.

Clara emitted a chilly hum.

As long as she held this woman nad Tiffany in her hands, she would have no fear of delivering her up no matter how late it was.

At that mont, in the VIP patient room.

Tiffany, having just taken her dication, was resting when the door was abruptly pushed open from the outside.

A man in a white lab coat, wheeling a cart with very light footsteps, entered.

He was holding a syringe in his hand, his gaze cold as he approached Tiffany on the patient bed.

However, just as he was one step away.

"Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz."

"Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz."

The mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly started to vibrate.

Tiffany’s eyebrows furrowed.

The man’s pupils dilated drastically, and he imdiately hid under the patient bed at the fastest speed possible.

"Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz."

The mobile phone was still vibrating, leaving Tiffany no choice but to open her eyes.

Her mobile phone had knocked out and could not be turned on, so the one that was still ringing could only have been the forgotten phone left behind by the man.

The screen lit up with the na ’Taylor’.

Afraid it might be a man looking for his phone, Tiffany hesitated for a few seconds before answering the call.

"Where is he?"

A warm and gentle male voice ca through the speaker.

"I’m sorry, he’s not here right now, and I don’t know where he is," Tiffany explained simply.

"The cell phone was accidentally left here by him."

The one who answered Calvin’s phone turned out to be a woman?

A look of surprise crossed Taylor’s usually calm face.

Did he guess wrong?

The urgent matter Calvin was talking about wasn’t about Micheal, but about the woman on the other end of the phone?

"Hello?"

Tiffany noticed that the person on the other end of the line was silent for a long ti, and her eyebrows knitted together imdiately.

"Since he’s not there, never mind," Taylor said kindly.

"I don’t have anything pressing, sorry for bothering you."

"You..." Just as Tiffany wanted to ask if there was a way to contact Calvin to get his mobile phone, the other party had already hung up.

She had no choice but to put the phone to the side and continue to rest with her eyes closed.

The man under the sickbed was estimating the ti, beginning to stir restlessly.

Just as he stretched his leg out, the door of the sick ward was pushed open again.

As soon as Camilla entered the sick ward, he noticed the trolley piled high with dicine in front of him.

He stopped in his tracks, a cold light flashing through his eyes.