Scarlett's POV:
The sky was quite cloudy when I woke up and opened the window the next morning. Soon, it began to rain.
After taking a shower, I put on some makeup and a very refreshing subtle perfume. I also straightened my clothes and brushed my hair.
I would be going through the divorce formalities with Charles. We had agreed to meet at the Moore Group at nine o'clock.
Even though I knew that I should be happy about it, there was something that was weighing my heart down.
After arriving at the Moore Group, I waited beside the flower beds. As the rain continued to splatter over the flower bed, soon the ground became muddy.
Time passed, but Charles was not there yet, which made me a little anxious.
He had always been punctual.
What could possibly have caused him to be late?
All of a sudden, I heard someone's footsteps coming from behind me.
'Charles is here!' Thinking that, I quickly adjusted my expression before I turned around.
"You..."
To my surprise, it was Richard, not Charles.
Swallowing my words, I looked at him in surprise.
"Why are you here? And where is Charles?"
"Mr. Moore can't come." Richard answered in a gloomy voice.
I then got in his car.
He immediately stepped on the gas and raced along the road.
Soon, we arrived at the hospital. Richard hit the brakes so hard that the car came to a screeching halt. Unfastening my seat-belt, I rushed out of the car at once.
The cold wind felt like a knife cutting my skin, and even though I stepped on a rock that made my injured ankle ache, I still ran towards the hospital.
'Charles will be fine. He is going to be fine,' I kept thinking to myself as I ran.
Charles was unconscious as he lay in the ICU.
He looked pale and lifeless.
Although we were just a few meters apart, it felt like we were in different worlds. Did we meet and fall in love just to end up getting ourselves hurt in the end? Was it a mistake from the very beginning?
"Don't worry. Mr. Moore is going to be fine," Richard comforted me.
"When did this happen?"
"He drank with Mr. Patel last night, and instead of asking the driver to pick him up, he drove back home on his own, and ended up meeting with an accident on his way."
'How can he drive after getting drunk? Is he crazy?'
I looked at him through the glass window as I muttered to myself, "Charles, wake up! You owe me too much and you can't just leave without compensating me."
"Scarlett, so you are here." I suddenly heard an unfriendly voice coming from behind me, so I quickly turned around and saw Nancy walking towards me with a faint smile on her lips, dressed in a hospital gown.
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