Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 50

Clara's face turned pale, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened unconsciously. She forced herself to stay calm and comforted her nephew, "Leo, are you alone at the hospital right now? And which hospital are you at?"

"Daddy is on his way... We're at Capital City General Hospital..."

"Okay, don't be scared. Wait for your dad first. Auntie Clara is rushing over right now, don't be scared."

"Mhm..."

"..."

She hung up the phone.

Clara's mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of her sister; the exhibition was completely forgotten.

She quickly messaged Leo Miller, saying something urgent had come up and she would be late to the venue.

Then she slammed on the gas pedal and sped toward the hospital.

Her eyes were slightly red, and the veins on the back of her hand gripping the steering wheel bulged uncontrollably.

Other drivers on the road honked furiously as she sped and swerved past them.

"Are you crazy?! Rushing to your grave?!"

"Do you have a death wish?!"

"Driving a crappy Volkswagen, you think you own the road?!"

"..."

The curses were endless.

Clara clenched her jaw and didn't ease up on the gas.

While keeping her eyes on the road ahead, she used her trembling free hand to tap her phone screen and call Julian.

The melodic ringtone played slowly.

But.

One second... five seconds... ten seconds passed, and the call remained unanswered.

Clara's heart burned with anxiety, as if she were being roasted over a fire.

Suddenly, with a sharp beep, the call was disconnected from the other end!

It felt like a heavy slap to the face.

Clara's face instantly drained of color, her hands gripping the steering wheel in a death grip.

She knew that since they were now completely separated, she had no right to bother him.

Outside the car, a Maybach brushed past the Phaeton.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Toby Marsh recognized that the car wasn't a regular Volkswagen but a luxurious Phaeton, and more importantly... it was Julian's car.

But why was Clara the one driving it?

Toby couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror at the man resting with his eyes closed in the back seat.

"Mr. Jarrett, the person in the car that just passed was Ms. Vance..."

Dominic Jarrett slowly opened his cold, indifferent eyes, his expression unchanged.

"And so?"

Toby replied, "That car was speeding. Where is Ms. Vance rushing to so urgently? If I remember correctly, Capital City General Hospital is up ahead..."

Dominic's face darkened slightly, "Do you have a lot of free time?"

Toby sweated, thinking to himself that his boss had previously ordered an investigation into Clara. What was with him today...

But unable to read his boss's intentions, he didn't dare say another word and focused on driving toward the design exhibition.

In the back seat.

The man turned his head to look out the car window, the shifting shadows playing across his cold, handsome face, his thoughts entirely unreadable.