Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 240

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Jennifer’s body lurched forward, only to be yanked back by the seatbelt. As her mind dash the test the Creat Instinctively shielded her, taking the brunt of the collision to protect her

Jennifer called out, “Donald! Wake up! Please, wake up! Donald remained unresponse, his head stomens range the w Trembling, Jennifer reached out and touched the blood trickling from his forehead. The warm, sky bad vanetter fingers red.

Jennifer forced herself to take a deep, steadying breath. She couldn’t afford to lose her composte aanbiedin she fumbled with the car door, finally managing to push it open and step out into the chance

Just then, the piercing headlights of a black Audi A8 cut through the foggy weather as it slowly came to a stop hazard lights blinking. Jonathan stepped out of the car.

Seeing Jonathan, Jennifer forgot all past grievances. She cried, “Please, help met It’s all my fault. Donald cant be in arg, he just can’t!”

Jonathan glanced at the car that had crashed into the guardrail. When he saw Donald slumped in the passerywhe seemed to piece things together. He pulled Donald out of the passenger seat and carried him to his car

Jennifer had already climbed into Jonathan’s car. Just as Jonathan was about to start the engine, he sudday to te elderly man trembling by the roadside. He exclaimed, “Grandpa, what are you doing here in Nareight?

Hearing Jonathan’s voice, Gordon slowly turned around. His sunken eyes locked onto Jonathan, and he clung tightly to Jonathan’s arm. He said, “Fiona. Have you seen my Fiona? Where is she?”

Jonathan said, “Grandpa, just get in the car first.”

“You’re trying to take me back, aren’t you? I’m not going back. I need to find Fiona, Gordon cried out, pounding on

Jonathan’s arm.

Worried about Donald’s condition, Jonathan snapped, “Grandpa, I’ll help you find Fiona, but you need to get in the car first. Please!”

Donald, still unconscious, was placed on a stretcher. Jennifer followed closely, almost running, until Donald was wheeled into the operating room. As the doors slowly closed, an overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over Jennifer Jonathan leaned against the window, talking on the phone to someone. Meanwhile, Gordon kept hitting Jonathan, angrily calling Jonathan a liar and demanding to know where Fiona was.