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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 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.

Narrowing her 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 was that she could get to the hospital to see Toby.

to her feet again. Bracing through the pain, she headed into her room. “Mr. Brown, which hospital are you heading toward? I’ll be

Tom

Take good care of Toby, and

Miss Reed. Don’t

then hurried to put on a change of clothes.

way, she clenched the steering wheel tightly, so much so that her hands trembled, making the car swerve out of lane every 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, rolled down their windows to hurl

bottom lip, her red-rimmed eyes staring ahead as worries over Toby’s safety filled her

was no medical diagnosis to confirm this, and for as long as Toby was not seen by a doctor at the hospital, her worries would

to the hospital and get to Toby

way of withholding one’s true

freeway when she saw that the traffic was badly congested, and the frustration that had been welling up in her made

to get Toby to the hospital in

Tim was astonished as he asked, “What in the

to wait, Dr. Lancaster. You need to save

etched itself on Tim’s face as he became obviously displeased at being treated

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 or apathy, he had watched those patients die instead. And he had

antisocial 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 should be grateful that your precious President Fuller is Sonia’s boyfriend; otherwise,

at the doctor’s outrageous words quickly

Tim did not bother waiting for a heated response from Tom before he turned and

but to quell the rage in him. I can’t very well lash

phone, then informed Sonia through a text that