Chapter 226: At Worst, I’ll Just Die!

Chapter 226: At Worst, I’ll Just Die!

"The doctor has been very clear," the servant went on. "Mrs. Robinson cannot push herself too hard, and anything that causes her significant distress could be genuinely dangerous."

"Today has already taken a great deal out of her. She needed medication and an injection just to get through it. She won't be coming back downstairs tonight—she'll most likely sleep straight through until morning."

Olivia's heart sank a little.

She smiled at the servant and went downstairs, her mind elsewhere.

In contrast to the quiet upstairs, the downstairs was already very lively. Even though the guest of honor had retired for the evening, the crowd didn't seem to care and continued chatting and laughing enthusiastically.

Olivia watched from the sidelines for a while and quickly lost interest.

She had never had much patience for these kinds of gatherings.

The only reason she had come tonight was Hannah, and with Hannah gone to rest, staying any longer served no purpose.

She turned to leave.

She had barely made it through the door when she nearly walked straight into Frederick.

His gaze fell gently on Olivia, his voice smooth. "Leaving already, Ms. Smith?"

"Yes." Olivia nodded. "Mrs. Robinson has retired for the evening. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to stay longer."

Frederick nodded as if that made perfect sense, and then smiled. "It's quite isolated out here. Let me drive you—"

"That's not necessary. I have my car." She didn't leave room for him to follow up, stepped past him, and kept walking.

Frederick didn't move to follow.

He just stood quietly, his gaze following Olivia's retreating figure for a long time without looking away.

Olivia pulled away from the Robinson Mansion and onto the road down.

By now, night had completely fallen. The villa was near the ocean, and she could hear the faint sound of waves in the distance. The mountain road carried a light, salty smell of the sea.

The road wound tightly, back and forth, with dense tree line pressing in on both sides and only her headlights to push back the dark ahead.

Olivia was thinking about what had happened today when her gaze drifted to the rearview mirror, and her heart suddenly tightened.

A black car had somehow started following her.

She hadn't noticed it at all!

Olivia straightened in her seat, her attention sharpening on the mirror.

The gap between them wasn't close, but it wasn't closing either—it was just staying exactly where it was. She pressed down on the accelerator, testing it, and the other car matched her pace without hesitation.

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened, her heart sinking bit by bit.

She thought of the party still going on behind her, the road nearly empty at this hour, the distance still left between here and the city.

Olivia calmly pressed down on the accelerator. The car's speed instantly increased, shooting forward like an arrow from a bow.

She stared hard at the car behind her through the mirror. This time, the other car surprisingly didn't speed up to follow.

The gap stretched, and stretched, and then there was nothing behind her but darkness and empty road.

Olivia exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in her shoulders begin to ease.

Maybe she had been reading too much into it.

The party had drawn all kinds of guests. It wasn't impossible that someone else had simply been heading down the mountain at the same time, taking the same road.

She eased off the accelerator, glancing at the dashboard, and reached for the brake to bring her speed back down.

The pedal went straight to the floor.

Olivia's face changed instantly.

She slammed on the brake again hard, but no matter how much force she used, the brake just sank down uselessly, and the car didn't slow down at all.

In fact, because she was going downhill, the car was getting faster and faster.

"Damn it!"

Olivia cursed. She didn't have time to think and reached for her phone to call the police.

But the call wouldn't go through at all.

Olivia quickly glanced at the screen—no signal at all.

"Fuck!"

Olivia finally couldn't help but curse loudly. She threw the phone down and grabbed the steering wheel with both hands—one holding the car through the bends while the other kept working the useless brake in short, frantic pumps.

Then the rearview mirror blazed white.

That black car was back.

Still following at the same distance, like a patient hunter enjoying watching its prey inch toward its doom.

Olivia's jaw set, her eyes going back to the road ahead.

Someone had done this deliberately. The brakes hadn't failed—they'd been sabotaged.

She wasn't going to sit here and wait for the outcome they'd planned for her.

Olivia's brain raced. She still had the route in her head from the drive up. This mountain road wasn't too long, and near the bottom of the mountain, there would be a large stretch of grass where she could find a chance to make an emergency stop.

She kept the car as steady as she could and started working her way down.

But the car behind had clearly understood what she was trying to do.

At the next sharp bend, it floored it and hit her from behind.

The impact was enormous—the whole car lurched and swung violently, threatening to go. Olivia's body lurched forward, then was yanked back hard by the seatbelt.

She didn't even have time to worry about the tightness in her chest. She just gritted her teeth and desperately jerked the steering wheel in the opposite direction.

The tires screamed against the road and the passenger side dragged along the guardrail, metal on metal throwing sparks in a long, bright shower.

Finally, the whole car swung around and slammed hard into the mountain wall. After a loud crash, the car stopped.

Olivia stared hard at the mountain wall in front of the car, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

Behind her, the black car had stopped too, sitting in the dark, doing nothing—just watching.

She swallowed and turned the key. The engine turned over twice, made a sound like something giving up, and went quiet.

Damn it!

Olivia cursed silently, but just then, the black car that had just stopped suddenly charged forward like crazy. She didn't even have time to react before the impact hit—harder than before, driving her back into the seat while the airbag detonated in front of her face.

It came again, and again, and the bag deformed under the repeated blows, and somewhere in the middle of it she lost the ability to hold herself back and her head connected with the side window.

The pain was immediate and absolute, and then something warm began running down from her forehead, and her field of vision went red.

At this moment, she was dizzy and disoriented, her ears ringing, blood continuously seeping from her forehead as she slumped weakly in her seat.

Just when Olivia thought she was doomed, the expected impact didn't come.

The black car actually stopped slowly not far away, its headlights still on but making no move, as if patiently waiting for something.

Olivia groaned and lifted her head, looking toward the other car through the rearview mirror, but could only see the pitch-black windows.

What did he want?

He'd had every opportunity to finish this, and he hadn't taken it. He was holding back deliberately—for what, she couldn't tell.

The blood had covered most of her face now, and her vision kept breaking apart at the edges. Everything hurt.

Whatever, the worst that could happen was death.

Olivia suddenly burst out with a reckless courage. She reached out to unbuckle her seatbelt, wanting to get out of the car and escape this wreck.

The moment her fingers touched the buckle, the black car's engine roared back to life.