Chapter 426: Car Accident

Alexander's mind was a bit foggy, but his muscle memory was still intact.

When the car came barreling straight at him, he instinctively dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly impact.

However, his head collided with the railing of the greenbelt, and the intense pain instantly overwhelmed him.

He let out a muffled groan, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

Next, a sharp pain shot through his forehead, and he slipped into a coma.

Wendy was sleeping soundly when a sudden phone call in the middle of the night jolted her awake.

Annoyed, she fumbled for her phone on the bedside table, answered it without looking, and snapped, "Who is it?"

A stern, businesslike voice on the other end made Wendy instantly alert.

She sat up abruptly, eyes wide in the darkness, and asked in disbelief, "Where are you now? I'll be right there!"

With that, she clamped the phone between her neck and shoulder, hurriedly got dressed, and jotted down the address the caller provided.

When Wendy arrived at Sunrise General Hospital, her mind was still a bit muddled.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before approaching the officers standing outside the hospital room.

"Sorry for being late. I'm Wendy," she said.

The female officer spoke first, "Ms. Knight, we received a report about a car accident at the intersection in the western suburbs. You are listed as the emergency contact on his phone."

The male officer added, "We don't know your relationship with the gentleman in the room. If you don't mind, could you tell us what it is?"

Wendy glanced at the unconscious Alexander lying on the hospital bed and replied, "I'm his friend."

The female officer nodded, "Alright, Ms. Knight. Don't worry, your friend is not in any serious danger. The doctor said he only has some superficial head injuries."

Wendy let out a sigh of relief, though she kept her composure.

After signing the necessary paperwork and thanking the officers, Wendy began to worry again.

She lived with Lucy, and there was no way she could hide Alexander's accident from her.

Since that was the case, she might as well tell her first.

With that in mind, Wendy immediately called Lucy.

Lucy, clearly woken up by the call, answered with a sleepy, soft voice that was particularly endearing, "Wendy, what's going on?"

Wendy cleared her throat and briefly explained what had happened.

As expected, Lucy started crying as soon as she heard and insisted on coming to the hospital to see her brother.

It took Wendy a lot of effort to calm her down, telling her to rest and come to the hospital the next day, assuring her that she would take care of Alexander for the night.

After hanging up, Wendy was wide awake but utterly exhausted.

From the initial panic to the current frustration, she knew there was no turning back.

Wendy reluctantly opened the hospital room door and went in to check on Alexander's condition.

Alexander lay quietly on the bed, the warm yellow light casting a soft glow on his pale face, making his usually stern and distant demeanor appear somewhat vulnerable.

Wendy sat on the chair by the bed, propping her chin on her hand, and stared at his nearly perfect face for a long time until she couldn't help but yawn.

Sleepiness washed over her again.

Not caring about her posture, she buried her head and fell asleep at the bedside.

In the dead of night, the whole world seemed to be asleep.

Wendy groggily opened her eyes to see Alexander sweating profusely, mumbling in his sleep, "Dad, Mom, don't..."

Wendy quickly got up, touched his forehead, and felt it was a bit hot.

She hurried out to get a basin of cold water, soaked a towel, wrung it out, and carefully avoided his wound as she gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After doing this three times, she placed the clean, damp towel on his forehead and continued to stay by his side.

In his nightmare, which felt like an icy abyss, Alexander sensed this warmth, and his furrowed brow gradually relaxed, the nightmare dissipating.

Meanwhile, at the Russell Mansion in the northern part of the city.

Liam, after receiving the call about the failed mission, was so furious that he smashed his phone, "Useless, all of you!"

The next day, Alexander woke up with a dull pain in his forehead, his whole body feeling like it had been run over by a truck, completely drained of strength.

He looked around and realized he was in a hospital, then tried to recall what had happened the previous night.

He had reached the intersection, dodged the car, but then hit something hard and passed out?

Just then, he heard footsteps approaching the hospital room, so he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

A familiar presence drew near, the footsteps stopping by his bed, followed by a dull thud on the bedside table.

Alexander cracked open an eye and saw Wendy placing a thermos on the table.

As she was about to turn and leave, he quickly shut his eyes again.

"If you're awake, stop pretending," Wendy's cool voice suddenly said.

Alexander opened his eyes awkwardly and asked, "How did you know I was awake?"

Wendy opened the thermos, poured a bowl of soup, and handed it to him, saying, "You were having nightmares while you were unconscious."

And the content of the nightmare hadn't changed—it was still that terrifying road.

In his sleep, Alexander had mumbled for his mother, his voice filled with despair.

In that void and frightening world, he watched helplessly as the car hit over and over again, unable to stop anything despite reaching out.

Just dreaming about it had driven him to the brink of despair; he couldn't imagine the pain of witnessing it in reality and being powerless to change it.

Alexander's eyes were bloodshot, his expression downcast as he looked at the bowl in his hands and said softly, "I know what I dreamed about."

Wendy nodded, "It's good that you know. The doctor said your injuries aren't serious. With a few days of rest, you'll be fine."

Alexander looked at her intently and asked tentatively, "Are you worried about me?"

"Mr. Turner, I'm only here for Lucy and Chris, nothing more."

Disappointment filled Alexander's eyes as he watched her leave the room.

In a dimly lit detention cell, a simple bed was the only furniture.

Sophie sat expressionlessly on the bed, staring unblinkingly at the greenery outside the window.

Around noon, a female officer came over, opened the cell door, and announced in a formal tone, "Ms. Russell, you can go now."

Sophie was momentarily stunned, then slowly turned her head, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

After leaving the police station, Sophie, dressed in thin clothes, squinted at the glaring sunlight.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, and a strange smile tugged at her lips.

Although Liam had said he wouldn't care about her anymore, he had still sent the driver, Bodhi, to pick her up on time.

After all, Sophie was the heiress of the Russell Group, and her status couldn't be neglected.

"Ms. Russell, you've had a tough time," Bodhi, an old servant of the Russell family, said with concern, having watched Sophie grow up.

Sophie, without makeup, looked less elegant than usual but had a fresh, delicate charm that evoked sympathy.

She shook her head gently and smiled faintly, "Bodhi, can we go somewhere else before heading home?"

Bodhi quickly agreed, turning the steering wheel, and the black Bentley drove in the opposite direction.

The Russell Group building looked even more impressive than before, having undergone extensive renovations and expansions last year, nearly doubling in size.

The first floor, aside from the spacious entrance hall, had been converted into various specialty shops, bustling with people.

Sitting in the car, Sophie withdrew her gaze from the building and checked the recent company performance rankings on her phone.

As expected, the Harvey Group's growth was even more robust, almost surpassing the Russell Group.

She wondered how much of this was driven by Alexander.

Sophie let out a cold laugh, closed the car window, and gestured to Bodhi, who then drove away.

At the Russell family home, only the housekeeper and other servants greeted her.

A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Sophie's face, but she quickly smiled and nodded at them.

Liam, looking well, didn't turn around when he heard her footsteps, only saying calmly, "You're back."

Sophie stopped, and after a long pause, managed to squeeze out a response.

Liam paused, glanced at her, and frowned, "Go to your room and clean yourself up. Don't make me angry."

Sophie bit her lip hard, lowered her head, and quickly walked upstairs.

Her room was meticulously cleaned daily, the air filled with a faint jasmine scent.

After showering, Sophie sat at her vanity, looking at her radiant reflection in the mirror, and smiled silently, though her eyes were icy.

Liam hadn't said much, but Sophie knew he was deeply disappointed in her actions.

During her time alone in the detention cell, she had come to realize that she had no one to blame but herself for her current predicament.

Thinking of this, Sophie picked up a lipstick, twisted out the red tube, and forcefully wrote "revenge" on the mirror.

She was determined to win back Alexander's heart and make Wendy's life a living hell, no matter the cost, to quell the hatred in her heart.

For now, there was someone who could help her achieve her goal.

Sophie picked up her phone and made a call.