Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Chapter 759 Fine for Now

A car accident? How did that even happen? Sonia was in disbelief. She had only just texted Toby not ten minutes ago, and he had told her he was on the way home, that he was going back to her. And now, out of the blue, she got a call from Tom saying that Toby had met with an accident. How the hell am I supposed to cope with that?

She chewed hard on her lower lip as her eyes turned red with fresh tears. She felt a tightness in her chest, and her heart twisted so much that it hurt.

She knew how terrifying a car accident could be; on one end, it could result in minor injuries, but on the other, it could end up being fatal. Toby had already been through an accident once, and while he survived that one, there was no telling if such luck would repeat itself. I’ve only just gotten him back. Am I going to lose him again?

Crippling fear seized her the more she thought about it, and her breathing grew ragged once more.

On the other end of the phone, Tom had heard her question and cast Toby a brief look before saying, “Don’t worry, Miss Reed. He’s fine for now, though he is still unconscious. I’m on my way to the hospital right now to get him medical help.”

“Is he really okay?” Sonia asked, still worried as her nails sunk into the fabric of the armrest. It was a car accident, after all, and she had every right to be nervous.

Tom nodded somberly. “President Fuller will be just fine. I was the driver, and if I made it alive, then surely President Fuller will pull through as well. More importantly, the accident wasn’t a serious one; we merely ran into the hedge on the sidewalk.”

Upon hearing this, Sonia felt reassured, and her heartbeat slowed. Indeed, there were plenty of accident cases where the first to die of their grievous injuries were the driver and the passenger in front, whereas those in the backseat had a higher chance of survival.

If Tom had been the driver and he was presently fine, then Toby would surely pull through as well.

Comforted by the thought of this, Sonia let out a sigh of relief and felt the tightness in her chest wane, and the pain ebbed with it. But why would Toby black out? Given his physical condition, he should be able to sustain the collision.

More to the point, Tom had said that they ran into a roadside hedge. The impact would have hurt Tom more than it would Toby, but if the former was fine, then it didn’t make sense that the latter had fainted after the accident.

eyes, she was deep in thought for a few seconds, but gave up when she couldn’t figure out an explanation for this. She didn’t want to dwell on it, either; what mattered now

that in mind, she dug her nails into her palm and forced herself to stay composed, then rose to her feet again. Bracing through the pain, she headed into her room. “Mr. Brown, which hospital are you heading toward? I’ll be right

Dr. Lancaster works,” Tom answered dutifully,

be on my way. Take good care of

Miss Reed.

change of clothes. After barreling out the door, she made her way over to the

once in a while. Her dangerous driving began to irk the other drivers on the road, and there were even a few of them who, in the process of overtaking her,

the least of her concerns as she gnawed on her bottom lip, her red-rimmed eyes staring

such reassurance was what weighed on Sonia’s thoughts. There was no medical diagnosis to confirm this, and for as long as Toby was not seen by a doctor at the

had to get to the hospital and get to Toby as soon as

a way of withholding one’s true wishes in the most

the frustration that had been welling up in her made her give the steering wheel a hard slap. The tears that threatened to overwhelm her finally

managed to get Toby to the hospital in time, and

Tim was astonished as he asked,

Lancaster. You need to save President Fuller right now! Come on!” Tom said frantically, shoving Tim into the

Tim’s face as he became obviously

not altruistic, despite his profession, and most times, he would refuse to perform operations even though he could perfectly manage them. He knew full well that he could save lives if he had performed those surgeries, but out of laziness

by nature, and whatever sentiment that made society humane was decidedly non-existent to him. Presently, he shoved Tom aside and straightened his own wrinkled sleeve, pointing out sharply, “You

the doctor’s outrageous

waiting for a heated response from Tom

no choice but to quell the rage in him. I can’t very well lash out at him now that he’s gone in to save