Chapter 3
His gaze lingered on my face with a hint of hesitation. Just as he was about to reach out to help me, someone from behind pulled him back.
"Ezra, it hurts..." Laurel murmured softly, leaning against Ezra Silva's chest, her tears streaming down like a broken necklace of pearls.
Ezra's expression instantly turned anxious. Without even a glance back at me, he spun around and quickly left the room with Laurel in his arms.
As I watched them leave, my vision darkened, and my head hit the floor with a heavy thud.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a hospital room.
The door swung open, and Hollis Bryant, the assistant, came in.
"Mr. Silva asked that when you woke up, you join him at the chapel to pray for Miss Richards. The car is already waiting at the entrance."
Choked with grief, I nodded, holding back my tears.
After this, I could finally move on.
Throughout the drive, Ezra held Laurel close, while I sat alone in the front seat.
The two were so absorbed in each other, it was as if I were invisible.
I chose to ignore them, gazing out the window, until a screeching brake pierced the air.
This was followed by the rapid crunch of collisions and the shattering sound of glass.
Before losing consciousness, I caught a glimpse of Ezra rushing toward me, "Virginia, don't worry, I'm here."
But in the next instant, as Laurel's screams filled the air, he immediately turned and lifted her into his arms.
"Ezra, Ezra..."
I called his name, reaching out desperately, trying to stop him from leaving with Laurel.
Ezra heard me, yet still cradled Laurel, saying, "Laurel is bleeding. She needs the hospital now. Hold on; the paramedics will be here soon."
With that, my strength faded, and I closed my eyes, tears blurring my vision.
An hour later, Ezra's people couldn't find me at the accident scene. He sent me a message.
"Let me know you're okay. I'm caught up with Laurel, but I'll come to see you soon."
I didn't respond.
That night, just before my flight, Ezra called again.
I didn't answer, blocking all his contact details and discarding the SIM card.
From this point on, there would be no connection between Ezra Silva and me.
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