Rebirth: Fast Track Love

Although the reason was a little farfetched, it could be barely explained.

"According to our investigation, that bus seems to be heading for you and your mother."

"What? It's for us! " Wendy's eyes widened in disbelief.

Harold carefully observed every expression of Wendy and continued to ask, "Who have you been in conflict with recently?"

"conflict? No! " Wendy searched her memory. Sara was gentle and seldom had conflicts with others.

"No?"

"No! No one!" Wendy nodded and said.

Harold asked a few more questions. Wendy either couldn't answer them or didn't know.

The investigation immediately came to an impasse.

"Wendy, what's your father's phone number? He must be very anxious at home when such a thing happened to you! " Sane asked.

'Dad? Derek?' A trace of disgust flashed through Wendy's eyes. She shook her head and said, "I don't have a father. I have a single parent."

"Ah? I see! Sorry! " Sane and Harold exchanged a quick look and continued, "what are you going to do in such a situation?"

"I...I..." Wendy looked at Harold blankly. What should she do now? She didn't have a father, and her mother was seriously injured in the hospital. She didn't know how much it would cost for a day.

Oh! Money! She couldn't afford such a high medical fee at all. What should she do!

of Wendy in his eyes and saw her kneeling on the ground. He reached out to help her in a hurry and said, "Oh, my child!

Help my mother. I can't afford the medical

save your mother. That's what it should

get money! Except for racing in her previous life, right!

at Sane excitedly and said, "Sane, I

Harold also sat on the sofa and looked at Wendy indifferently, trying to see if her idea was the same as their

happily, "I, I can drive! I can learn racing! I heard that a professional racing driver can make a lot of money if he gets the first place in the

went abroad to watch a racing. In that race, a car lost control and rolled over and hit

could a weak girl want to go racing and choose

was far from what they had expected. They had thought that Wendy would pretend to be helpless and cry for

If she were a racing driver, she would live in a dormitory with the members

opponent's spy, she should choose to stay instead of leaving.

again. The mother and daughter

a little different from their guess. For a moment, Sane didn't know how to respond: "A, a racing driver? Why do you want to

think I should have some talent in driving..." Wendy said firmly, "I'm sixteen years old. I'm healthy. I can make money

on the domestic clubs." Harold agreed to Wendy's

was

the road of racing again. Is this her destiny?

you still have a headache?" Sane asked.

"No. I'm fine."

at such a sensible and obedient girl, Sane felt a sense of pity in his heart. "You'd better go back and have a good rest. These

Harold. Then

figure disappearing in his sight, Sane frowned and said,

we should take them lightly." Harold

Harold, help her choose a good club. " Sane exhorted. Whether Wendy was a spy or not,