Speed Candles

Chapter 32 Fiona Had A Car Crash

“What? Aren’t you supposed to be happy now?” Said Sebastian, moving his lips away, wiping his

mouth with tissue, and looking back at her eyes.

Actually, she wasn’t happy, for he forced to kiss her.

However, she couldn't tell him that she was unhappy, for she was a woman who would do anything for

revenge, which he knew when they first met.

“I just don’t feel good today.”

Sebastian darted a look at her ankle, which became redder and more swollen than minutes ago.

“What happened to you?” said Sebastian. After pausing a few seconds, he said in a more

contemptuous tone, “Someone almost committed suicide, which was worse than the pain you are

suffering now.”

She was wronged, for she got nothing to do with Oskar, and Fiona still couldn't let go of her. She could

not bear it anymore.

“Oskar doesn't love your sister at all. Can you not see?” said Emily, her heart racing, without proper

thinking, “I won’t have pity on her, if she killed herself for a man who haven’t loved her back, regardless

of her family. She just suffers from her own actions.”

Sebastian had taken it enough. At the moment, his face burst out of irony and anger.

He stood up, reaching his hand onto her snow-white neck, making her look at his eyes.

Emily stared at him, and his face was taut with outrage, teeth gritting, and eyes wide open.... It looked

almost like the same as the night he pranked Dylan.

He completely didn’t treat her as his wife, or a normal woman.

“Sebastian... Clark... let... go of...”

Her neck was clutched, and she couldn’t breathe. She tried to get rid of his hand, but no matter how

hard she was pulling, it still didn’t work.

Sebastian kept clutching her neck, regardless of what efforts she had made, and how she looked, even

when her eyes rolled up, and her body started twitching, just like a person who was on the edge of

death, made his own deathbed struggle.

“Mr. Clark… Miss Clark calls in.”

Emily was in a faint. The face of her father, and the figure of her mother emerged in her mind…

But when her mother was about to turn around, everything disappeared, and all she could see was

darkness, for Sebastian stopped clutching her neck. And then, she took deep breathe as hard as she

could, leaning against the door, and a weak crying voice sounded.

After Sebastian left, Fiona wanted to meet Oskar, but she had a car crash on the way, and now was in

the hospital. “Brother, Oskar doesn’t love me anymore… even if you have promised to marry her, but

he still doesn’t want to be with me anymore…” said Fiona weakly, crying, lying on a stretcher, as she

was pushed into an operation room.

Before she ended her talking, a nursed called out, “lady… lady…you stay awake…”

“Fiona… Fiona… Fiona Clark, you talk to me…” said Sebastian, who was in anxiety, and kept calling Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

the number back, but just couldn’t get through.

Hope hadn’t dropped Emily, directly turned the car around, and sped up to the hospital.

The car was driving really fast on the road in the city, lights passing through, reflecting Sebastian’s

handsome face on the window.

They got very near to the hospital, but their car was stopped, for ahead there was a severe car

accident, and the road was blocked.

Two cars were crashed in the middle of the road, and there was a traffic jam. The traffic polices were in

the middle of handling the car crash, and people in the car crash, tried everything they could to get the

medical care first. What a chaos!

At this moment, a number from the hospital called in, “Are you relative of Fiona Clark?”

“Yes,” said Sebastian shortly, looking calm.

“The patient was in a dangerous situation, and she needs an operation now, come as quick as you can

to our hospital and sign the agreement.”

“Ok,” said Sebastian gently, whose eyes rolled down, with another hand clenched tightly.

As the call ended, Hope quickly thought of two solutions to get through the traffic jam, “Now we have

two solutions, the first one is to use a police car… but it will take times. The second one is to pay the

car wreckers, and then directly clear the car wrecks, so we can get through it in a short time.”

“It’s the best way now,” said Emily, who hoped Sebastian could make a better decision this time.

It would take them at least twenty minutes to the hospital since they were facing the traffic jam. And

they would be lucky if they could make it in thirty minutes.

Emily turned her head, darting a look at Sebastian, whose face looked indignant. “I call Ethan now, and

let him go to the hospital first,” said Hope, who understood Sebastian very well.

Ethan was a skilled and experienced doctor, and a man that Sebastian could trust. If he couldn’t make

it to the hospital first, he could help Sebastian to handle the agreement stuff.

Sebastian took the second solution. After the road was cleared, he drove the car to the hospital, and

Hope stayed to deal with the payment and the traffic police.

Sebastian drove the car at full speed.

They were supposed to get to the hospital in twenty minutes, but they made it in twelve minutes, which

made Emily feel sick and vomit.

“Lady, are you fine? Do you need a doctor?” said a nurse passing by, as Emily squatted down beside a

trash bin, her face looking pale.

“I’m fine… it’s just carsickness, I will get better soon,” said Emily, who was still vomiting.

“Someone may think you are pregnant.”

It reminded her the last time she had sex with Sebastian, which was with no protection. And she didn’t

take any contraceptive pill after that, for she had counted her period, and thought it was safe.

Thinking of this, Emily hastily went to the gynecology department to have a pregnancy check. And the

result would come out after several hours.

As for Sebastian, he was waiting outside the operation room for more than twenty minutes, and the

operation wasn’t ended yet.

He sat on a chair in the alley. It was so quiet in the alley that he could hear clearly the sound of his

smoking and his breathing.

After thirty minutes, a nurse wearing a disinfecting medical cap came out, with sweats on her forehead,

and asked, “Mr. Clark, we lack Type-B blood now, are you Type-B?”

“How long it will take to get the blood from other hospital?” said Hope, who just arrived, and felt his

heart sink after hearing what the nurse said.

“We need it now, or the patient will be in mortal danger,” said the nurse, frowning, looking nervous.

“I am Type B.”

At this critical moment, a woman said firmly, but in a teasing tone, “Take mine! I have bloods and

donating blood will be helpful for boost metabolism.”