Chapter 30 Help

Chapter 30 Help

After the open class ended, the students had to return to their regular classes, and the parents should leave too.

Leaving the classroom, the parents all relaxed quite a bit.

Many people greeted Seraphina and asked where she bought her clothes and where she usually got her beauty treatments. Seraphina was generous and told them everything.

It wasn't until she said goodbye to the last parent that she finally had time to turn around and say goodbye to Alicia.

The two looked at each other, and she blinked.

"How was it? I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

Alicia nodded happily: "Thank you, Seraphina, I'm really happy..."

After ruffling her hair and telling her to study hard, Seraphina turned to leave.

At the corner of the hallway, thinking of Alicia's reluctant expression just now, Seraphina felt somewhat bitter inside.

She didn't notice that a figure was rushing down from upstairs at full speed, crashing hard into her!

By the time Seraphina realized it, it was too late.

She fell straight down the stairs, her body hitting the steps hard, rolling rapidly, and finally crashing heavily against the wall.

Pain everywhere, pain as if she was breaking apart, pain piercing through every part of her body. She lay on the ground, unable to even breathe...

In her dizziness, warm liquid flowed from her head and arms.

Through the haze, Seraphina looked forward and saw a dark figure standing at the top of the stairs, staring at her intently...

Who wanted her dead?

After who knows how long, a sad cry echoed through the empty hallway, and Seraphina slowly woke up.

"Michael, I'm so scared. She suddenly rushed out and hit me. My leg hurts so much. Is my leg broken? She's like a crazy person, she just wanted to kill me..."

"My health wasn't good to begin with. Am I really going to die?"

With her long hair scattered across her cheeks, Seraphina opened her eyes hazily, unable to move from the pain throughout her body.

Looking up, she saw at the top of the stairs a tall figure slowly lifting up a woman kneeling on the ground.

The light became somewhat dim.

She could see their faces clearly, and her pupils immediately contracted.

It was Susan and Michael.

So it was Susan who hit her?

Seraphina struggled to reach out her hand, opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't make a single sound.

As if sensing something, Michael looked in her direction.

But Susan threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly.

"Michael, what if I die? I can't bear to leave you!"

Michael's attention was drawn away, and he comforted her gently: "It's okay, don't worry..."

The crowd noticed the situation here and gathered around.

They surrounded Seraphina, asking in a jumble whether she needed help.

Only Michael, as if he couldn't see her, held Susan and slowly walked down from upstairs.

Passing by her, he just glanced at her coldly, his eyes indifferent, as if looking at a stranger, not recognizing her at all.

In the Talbot Family, to be a good wife and mother, she dressed herself very plainly every day.

Michael probably hadn't seen her wear such a beautiful dress or look so refined and elegant in many years, right?

But after all, they had lived together for seven years.

How could he not recognize her?

Seeing Michael walk in front of her, about to step down to the next level, Seraphina coughed lightly, a strong taste of blood surging in her throat.

She couldn't help but spit out blood.

It really hurt so much. Could someone please save her?

"Save me..."

She struggled to reach out her hand and tightly grabbed Michael's pant leg, forcing him to stop.

The instinct to survive made her want to depend on this husband she once loved deeply.

"Don't go, save me..."

Michael looked down at the woman now lying at his feet.

She had a slender figure, her beautiful dress covered with stains and bloodstains, long hair scattered across her face, her features unclear, yet it made Michael feel extremely irritated.

Because she looked too much like Seraphina!

But how could Seraphina possibly appear at school at this time?

And precisely because of this resemblance, what she did to Susan made Michael's anger flare up even more.

"Let go of me!"

Seraphina was slightly stunned. A wave of sadness surged through her heart. Blood kept surging up, and she swallowed it down forcefully, her smile sorrowful: "If you don't save me, you'll regret it..."

Michael was slightly stunned, feeling that this voice, this tone, was really familiar...

But the next moment, Susan cried out in pain in his arms.

"Forget it, Michael. Put me down. I won't live much longer anyway. You should save her instead. She definitely didn't hit me on purpose..."

"At least she can still live. I might die today. It's all my fault. Don't save me, put me down, put me down quickly."

Susan was in tears, lying in his arms, struggling constantly.

As she spoke, she coughed violently, clutching her chest, looking like she was on the verge of death...

Michael's eyes flickered, his heart extremely panicked.

He glanced at the woman on the ground asking him for help, who made him feel inexplicably irritated and panicked, and finally, bit by bit, forcefully pulled back his pant leg...

"I'm sorry, your situation has nothing to do with me. I need to take her to the hospital first!"

After saying this, he ignored everything else and quickly ran downstairs holding Susan...

At this moment, Seraphina's mind went blank. Her heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, squeezed until it was bloody and painful, suffocating...

They left?

She was clearly much more seriously injured than Susan, and she even had internal injuries!

He clearly saw her covered in blood and felt she was familiar, didn't he?

But Michael still refused to squat down, brush the hair from her face, and see clearly who she really was...

Or perhaps, he had recognized her long ago.

He just didn't care at all!

Her husband, in a life-or-death moment, resolutely chose another woman, leaving her in danger.

Seraphina pulled at the corners of her mouth and smiled in disappointment.

Blood kept flowing from the corners of her mouth. She finally couldn't control it anymore. Her eyes went black, and she completely passed out.

"Did you see that? Mr. Talbot is so good to his first love. He's worried about her sprained ankle and is personally massaging her foot!"

"I saw it. It's really embarrassing! I didn't expect their relationship to be so good. It seems what they say online is true—they're true love, and Mrs. Talbot is the homewrecker!"

"Still talking about Mrs. Talbot? She's shameless, holding onto that position and refusing to let go. Otherwise, they would have been married long ago!"

Amid the chatter, Seraphina slowly woke up.

The nurse saw her wake up and quickly stopped gossiping, asking with surprise: "Ms. Borgia, you're awake. How do you feel now?"