Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed

Chapter 411 Car Accident

“Yes.”

Nina took a deep breath and nodded. She didn’t know how to face Harley now, and as for this baby, she really wasn‘t ready for it.

Until the moment the door closed, she didn’t turn her head,

Harley didn’t know how he got out of the hospital. Every step he took was heavy, Nina‘s words about getting rid of the baby kept echoing in his mind. He opened the car door in a daze and got in, driving back to the set.

However, he was absent-minded along the way. Unknowingly, he cried, and he could only rely on his instinct to avoid the oncoming car or the cars in front of him.

Harley couldn’t stop thinking about Nina, and when he remembered the look in her cyes when she rejected him just now, he was heartbroken and helpless. In a trance, his hand slipped, and the car rushed straight to the stone bridze railing

Bang!

After a loud noise, the black car collided with the railing, and a burst of gray smoke rose. The car window and the front of the car were damaged beyond recognition. Harley fell on the seat with blood all over his face. His eyes were red, and he could barely open his eyes.

Harley’s eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He could only use his last bit of consciousness to barely open his eyes. His fingers slowly fumbled around as he used all his strength to take out the phone in his pocket.

His thumb trembled slightly as he dialed Nina’s phone number and placed it to his ear. Harley felt that his consciousness had become unclear, but he was still silently chanting Nina’s name in his heart.

“Hello.” The call went through. Nina’s voice came from the other side of the line. It was very calm, but it still sounded a little tired. “What’s the matter?”

his mouth. His voice was clearly weak and powerless. He was already holding

blood. When Nina heard his voice,

to you? Where are you?

her, “Nina, listen to me… I … I have

a sharp pain in his chest. His consciousness became laxer, and he felt that he was

… I don’t know how long I can hold, but I’m calling to tell you that … I really love you,

mouth full of blood.

go abort the child. I think … I should respect

thought that he really

and dropped his

the receiver, “Hello? Harley, where are you? Say something,

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felt that something was wrong. Her brows were furrowed tightly, and even her voice became anxious, but there was no response from the other side of

hang up. Almost instinctively, she took

even noticed that she would be so

she drove along the road to find Harley. When she drove to the bridge where

now, the car was already

parked the car to the side. After getting out of the car, she rushed over. She

phone

Then she forced herself to calm down, but her

voice,