Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 920: A Melodramatic Car Accident, Is it Revenge or a Scam?

Chapter 920: Chapter 920: A Melodramatic Car Accident, Is it Revenge or a Scam?

After a meal and drinks, David Locke got a car to send everyone off.

On this winter night, it was just Mary Scott and David Locke left.

Mary had been drinking tonight, and her whole body radiated warmth. But as soon as she stepped out of the restaurant, the cold wind hit her directly, making her shiver and instinctively take a step back, only to retreat into a broad chest.

Her body stiffened, and she tried to move away, but a large, warm hand behind her pressed her in place.

"Let go." Mary didn’t move, her voice hoarse as she commanded.

David wouldn’t listen to her. Instead of letting go, his long arm stretched out and pulled her into an embrace.

This move completely enraged Mary. "David, I thought I made everything very clear last time."

"Last time, we were both angry. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have misunderstood you without figuring things out first." David thought about the look on Mary’s face when she left that day, a pang in his heart as he turned Mary’s body to face him directly. His voice softened, carrying a tenderness that was easy to detect.

But this tenderness, in Mary’s eyes, only felt like mockery.

He didn’t trust her, yet he cared for her. What was the point?

The next time something similar happened, he would doubt her again. They would argue and ultimately hurt each other once more.

This kind of relationship would only exhaust both parties in the end, especially since she held a secret she couldn’t reveal. When it eventually came to light, he would react the same way as he did this time...

Mary pressed her dry lips together and looked up at the handsome, slightly disheveled man before her. "Dobbin Locke, do you still love me?"

From reuniting to rushing to get a marriage certificate, and then being ensnared by various scandals, they argued, blamed each other, distrusted each other, yet couldn’t let go. But she had never dared ask this man in front of her if he still loved her.

After all these years, she had never dared hope he still loved her. But at this moment, she suddenly wanted to know the answer.

David clearly didn’t expect Mary to suddenly ask him this question. He stood frozen for a while without a word. Love her? Over the long years, he had loved her, resented her, hated her. At first, when he brought her home, it was more about revenge. But now that she asked if he still loved her, he didn’t know how to answer.

As she watched David’s hesitation, Mary understood. He might still love her, but that love was mixed with too many other emotions, no longer pure. Just like she felt for him, it wasn’t pure either.

After a while, Mary sighed softly. Despite the loud wind, her sigh rang clear into the night, carrying an unspeakable loneliness.

Just then, Mia Anderson pulled up her car in front of them. Mary distanced herself from the man behind her, expression indifferent. "David, you don’t need to feel guilty about the misunderstanding. Even without this instance, we probably wouldn’t have lasted anyway. But... the time we spent together during this period was very joyful. From now on... let’s not trouble each other anymore."

She finished speaking and walked toward the car. By the time David snapped back and reached out to grab her, wanting to tell her it wasn’t like that—that he did love her—Mary had already gotten into the car.

"Moll Scott!" David shouted reactively, but by then, Mary’s car had sped off without hesitation.

The car darted into the darkness like a sharp arrow, disappearing quickly, as if it had no lingering attachment to the man left behind.

David watched Mary’s resolute departure, a mocking expression gradually creeping onto his face. So decisive. So, from beginning to end, he was the only one reluctant to let go?

Already feverish, the man stood with wobbly steps in the cold wind, laughing in self-deprecation.

Still not steady in the car, Mary clung tightly to the seat when the vehicle jerking forward startled her. Only then did she notice Mia in the driver’s seat. Before she could ask what was going on, Mia suddenly gasped. "Oh crap, Mary, didn’t I just step on the brakes earlier? Why’s it running so fast? Geez, that scared me! Was that Director Locke earlier? What do we do? Should we turn back and pick up Director Locke? Uh-oh, is this a left turn ahead? How do I make a U-turn..."

After hearing this, Mary swallowed hard and cautiously opened her mouth, afraid to scare Mia, "Uh... do you have a driver’s license?"

"I do! Got it in freshman year."

Mary secretly let out a breath of relief. Good, she had a license. But then Mia added with excitement, "But after I passed, I never touched a car again."

The barely comforted Mary, "..."

Mia completely ignored how she had just scared Mary half to death and continued muttering, "This car rental company is so shady. They wanted 1,800 per hour with a driver during the New Year season, and even after I negotiated, they wouldn’t lower the price. I got mad and thought, hey, I’ve got a license myself!"

In her mind, Mary grumbled: You might as well not have one!

Suddenly, the car shook violently. Mary clutched the seatbelt in terror, while Mia exclaimed gleefully, "Ah, I finally managed to make a turn! See, I knew I could do it!"

Half-dead scared, Mary strained to release a sentence, "Why make a turn?"

"To pick up Director Locke, of course! You two are finally reconciling, and I drove off before Director Locke got in. That’s not good... Hey! What’s that car in front doing? Can’t they hurry up!"

Then, Mia’s tone changed dramatically, "Mary, wait... are you and Director Locke back together?"

Mary opened her mouth, wanting to say no, but somehow couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud. She muttered quietly instead, "Just take me back to Lica. He’ll have someone else to pick him up."

Bang!

Just as Mary uttered that sentence, they heard a sudden bang. The entire car jolted. Alarmed, Mary ignored the sharp pain radiating from her forehead, her eyes widening as she turned to Mia, "Did you... hit another car?"

Mia was so frightened she froze entirely, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly before making a sound. "It wasn’t a car."

Mary sighed in relief. But then she heard Mia nervously stammering, "It seems... I hit a person..."

"What?" Mary shot upright in shock, slamming her head against the car’s ceiling, her face grimacing in pain. But she couldn’t care less about that as she threw open the car door and jumped out. Sure enough, there seemed to be someone lying in front of the car. Yet what frightened Mary most wasn’t the person lying there—it was his clothes, so familiar she didn’t dare take another step forward.

For all the years Mary thought she’d grown tough and resilient, utterly impervious to fear, she still found herself trembling uncontrollably in this moment, Mia’s voice quivering from the car, "Ma-Mary... is it... is he dead?"

Mary didn’t reply, which frightened Mia even more. Crying, Mia wailed, "Mary, what do I do? I killed someone! I killed someone!"

Standing in the cold wind, Mary felt no chill, but her body continued to tremble uncontrollably. Her mind was replaying the scene from moments ago when she stood in front of this man and asked him if he loved her. But now, he lay under her car. Tears welled up and rolled down her face as Mary struggled to collect herself enough to give orders, "Call an ambulance."

Mia was still sobbing, but Mary had run out of patience. She barked at Mia, "Quick!"

Spooked by Mary, Mia finally regained some semblance of reason, shakily dialing 911.

The cold air bit into Mary’s skin as she approached the man lying on the ground step by step. Though the distance was no more than a meter, it felt as if she had walked through her entire painful past. Finally crouching down, she saw his face.

Familiar, handsome features, now faintly breathing as if hanging on by a thread. Mary couldn’t hold back her tears anymore, large droplets cascading down as she choked out and repeated over and over, "Dobbin Locke, Dobbin Locke... wake up, wake up..."

In the car, having just finished calling for an ambulance, Mia glimpsed Mary outside, cradling the man on the ground as her sobs took over completely. This brought back more of Mia’s clarity. She scrambled out of the car, stopping next to Mary. "Mary, I’ve called them. Stop crying—I... I was the one who killed him. If there’s punishment, I’ll take it alone..."

She assumed Mary was worried about being jailed for killing someone.

But Mary ignored her entirely, trembling with the man in her arms. Hearing Mia claim to have killed him only made her tears fall faster.

Mia finally noticed something odd. While fear was understandable, Mary holding a stranger as if her world had crumbled didn’t make sense. She leaned forward a bit and finally saw the face of the man Mary held. She froze in place, completely stunned. She had killed Director Locke?

The realization left Mia utterly paralyzed.

Mary wasn’t much better off. Seeing Mia destroyed her last shred of hope, and she only felt that this was the end. She couldn’t understand why this was happening, why it was so absurd and cruel. Was it because of the crimes her father committed? Had she been cursed since birth so that she never deserved happiness, dragging everyone around her into calamity?

"Ha, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have come back. I shouldn’t have come back..." Mary’s voice trembled painfully, muttering under her breath. Or maybe it was her punishment all along!

"It’s me. It should’ve been me!"

"Mary..."

"SHUT UP!" Mia had been calling out to Mary, but her words were abruptly drowned out by a deep, raspy male voice.

Silence.

Even the sound of the wind blowing became exceptionally clear.

After a long time, Mary finally raised her head to look at Mia. "That voice just now..."

Mia, more terrified than ever, swallowed hard, trembling as she pointed shakily to the ’dead man’ in Mary’s arms.

Mary realized she hadn’t misheard. The voice had come from the man in her arms. She looked down, and although his eyes remained shut, his expression seemed pained. Through his clothes, she felt his burning heat. How high was his fever?

After hesitating for a few seconds, Mary finally seemed to muster her courage. Tentatively, she placed her hand on David’s forehead, immediately recoiling from the heat. She tried to pull away further but was held firmly by a large hand. "Don’t go."

Mary finally realized this man wasn’t dead but was burning up with a high fever.

Mia watched wide-eyed as the ’dead’ Director Locke came back to life and almost burst into tears of joy, muttering, "He’s not dead, he’s not dead. Thank God! Thank God! I don’t have to go to jail, and Mary, you don’t have to be a widow!"

At first, Mary didn’t feel anything, but that last sentence about being a widow made her brow twitch. Unable to resist, she asked, "Why hasn’t the ambulance arrived yet?"

"I’ll ask now." Mia hurriedly dialed again, and soon the distant sound of an approaching ambulance echoed.

The ambulance arrived quickly. As the medical staff carried David onto the stretcher, they looked at Mary and Mia. "Which of you is coming with us?"

Mary was about to speak when her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She glanced at the man on the stretcher, who still had his eyes closed, frowning slightly. The medical staff gestured to her, saying, "You come along."

Already intending to follow, Mary simply nodded, instructing Mia to contact the traffic police and find a driver before joining the ambulance.

Once at the hospital, David was quickly wheeled into the emergency room. Mary stood outside with a tense expression she couldn’t seem to relax. She had noticed during the meal earlier that David didn’t look well but had dismissed it, not realizing how serious his illness was.

Thinking about how the doctor mentioned he likely had pneumonia made her feel worse.

She often wondered how to deal with this man properly.

During this time, Alfred Scott called. Mary asked her brother to rest early and not wait for her, then redirected her focus entirely on the emergency room.

She had no idea how much time passed, but eventually, the emergency room door opened.

Mary quickly followed, seeing David on the hospital bed, pale to the point of translucency as he received an IV drip. She felt an inexplicable ache in her chest. Since reuniting, she hadn’t yet seen David in such a vulnerable state.

Sighing softly, she sat at his bedside. Before she could say anything, her hand was grasped, and she realized David had opened his eyes at some point.

"Do you hate me this much?" David asked hoarsely.

Mary froze, then shook her head abruptly. But his next words came slow and deliberate: "Hate me enough to have Mia drive into me?"

His words left Mary completely stunned. It took her a long time to react, intending to explain, but soon she realized there really wasn’t much to explain.

Because, well, the timing was just too coincidental!

"Not saying anything means you admit it, right?" David asked, his tone laced with self-mockery.

Mary knew she couldn’t let this misunderstanding continue. "The doctor said you weren’t seriously hurt—your collapse was due to illness!"

"Not seriously hurt? Do you think I’d be weak enough to faint just from being sick?" David countered.

Mary thought about how David seemed generally fit and healthy most of the time, but... the doctor said he collapsed because he was sick...

"Um..."

"If you hate me this much, hate me enough to have someone hit me with their car, why even stay here? Just leave!" David growled, closing his eyes tightly as if enduring unspeakable pain.

Mary didn’t know how to handle this situation at all. Her phone suddenly rang loudly, cutting through the hospital’s lifeless quiet, making her flinch. She tried to ignore it, but Mia was persistent.

Mary had no choice but to answer, but her hands felt shaky and clumsy from the whole ordeal. It took her several tries just to press the right button, even accidentally activating the speaker mode. She was about to turn it off when Mia’s voice piped up clearly, "Mary, how’s Director Locke? The traffic police just reviewed the footage and confirmed the car hit Director Locke’s leg. Can you check his leg to see if it’s okay? Could it be broken?"

Having just claimed David collapsed due to illness, Mary suddenly found herself caught in a terribly awkward position, "..."

The slap of reality had come too fast, like a whirlwind. Mary felt mortified, but Mia hadn’t noticed, still urging her to quickly check David’s legs.

Mary had no choice but to step closer. "Uh... is your leg all right?"

Only an hour ago, Mary had been trying to act all casual, ready to draw a complete line between herself and this man. And now? Her assistant had hit him with a car, making it impossible to sort things clearly.

After her awkward remark, Mary took a deep breath and heard the man on the hospital bed retort, completely unbothered, "See for yourself."

Mary pressed her lips together. She suddenly had a sinking feeling that this man was doing it on purpose. What now?

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