A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 217

Winifred’s dress was soaked through, and she was terribly sensitive to the cold. Even with the car’s heater blasting, she couldn't stop shivering.

Leland was anxious. He instructed his assistant, “Chris, find the nearest hotel. Quickly.”

Just as he spoke, a small sedan zipped up from behind, honking persistently. Chris rolled down the window. In the passenger seat of the parallel car, a woman leaned out.

“Dr. Shultz! It’s Heather! I bought you a puffer jacket!”

“Thank you!” Winifred immediately rolled down her window to greet her.

There was a cheap motel right by the side of the road, squeezed between a row of self-built houses. The conditions were poor, but it was enough to take a hot shower and change clothes. Leland ordered the driver to pull over.

Heather ran over first, helping Winifred out of the car. Leland immediately put her to work. “Could I trouble you to help Winifred shower?”

Winifred flushed. “That’s not necessary. I can manage.” It was just a bit of freezing rain; it was nothing. She had survived being stuffed into a suitcase and thrown into a river. She wasn’t fragile.

“I’m not letting you shower alone. You’re weak, and you might pass out,” Leland insisted firmly, asking Heather again.

Winifred didn't argue further. Hearing the words "pass out" reminded her of her old illness flaring up a few days ago.

The motel’s facilities were bare-bones, so she stood while she washed. Heather helped scrub her back, using the opportunity to gossip about the Lockwood family’s downfall.

“My coworkers said Mr. Lockwood is filing for divorce. Madam was arrested, and everyone has abandoned her.”

“Jasmine Miller was arrested too. I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Everyone at the house is terrified after hearing what happened to her. A few of the staff want to quit.”

Winifred thought of her two soft, sweet toddlers. God, she missed them. A small smile tugged at her lips. “Yes, two. They’re two years and a month old.”

“A boy and a girl? Wow! You’re so lucky.”

No, they weren't just a boy and a girl. Originally, she had quadruplets—three boys and a girl.

Winifred’s long lashes drooped, hiding the moisture welling up in her eyes.

When she stepped out of the shower, the takeout Leland ordered had arrived. Winifred invited the young couple to eat with them, and they exchanged phone numbers during the meal.

After waving goodbye to Heather and Sean, Winifred got back into Leland’s car. The grueling torment of the past few days finally caught up to her, and the moment she relaxed, all her strength vanished. She melted into the seat and actually fell fast asleep.

When she woke up, she was in a dark underground garage, trapped in the cabin of the car with the windows tightly shut. Her eyes darted around, and sheer terror sent her scrambling upright. Staring out the windshield, she saw thick pipes winding across a concrete ceiling, and rows upon rows of parked cars.