A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 393

"Holden." Miles pulled the car over, turning completely in his seat to stare at his boss. "Are you having a psychological breakdown?"

"No," Holden replied, his voice devoid of energy. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "She is incredible."

This was entirely unhinged. Miles closed his eyes, trying to imagine being completely blind, fumbling endlessly through absolute darkness. He had to admit, it was the literal embodiment of a living hell.

"Do you want me to get you a therapist?" Miles offered cautiously.

"No."

Holden's next words sounded like a man walking to his own execution. "Do it."

Miles turned back to the wheel and took a deep, bracing breath. He threw the car into gear and slammed his foot on the gas. The tires screeched and skidded wildly across the snow-slicked road.

*Crash!*

The front of the car violently plowed into the concrete barrier.

...

When Iris Morgan received the call about Holden's accident, she dragged her parents, Beatrice and Lyndon, straight to the scene. By the time they arrived, good Samaritans had already pulled Holden and Miles from the wreckage and rushed them to a nearby hospital.

The ER doctor, looking young and terrified, was physically shaking as he read off the chart. "The injuries are severe. The trauma was heavily concentrated on the head. Mr. Lockwood suffered catastrophic eye injuries, resulting in detached corneas. Mr. Bauer has severe facial lacerations and a fractured arm..."

Iris trembled as she listened.

"I'm initiating an immediate transfer for both patients to a major trauma center..."

"Obviously!" Iris shrieked, losing her mind. Holden's corneas were detached? That meant... he was blind?

How could this happen? He was supposed to be a flawless, invincible man. He left on a business trip for a week and came back mutilated.

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