From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 386

Three days later, there was an accident on Willow Creek Drive—a sedan crashed straight into the stone wall by the side of the road.

The car caught fire and was totaled on the spot. By the time the fire was put out, all that was left was a pile of charred metal and ashes.

Luckily, Lavinia Bennett and Carmen Gates were pulled out by a Good Samaritan before the flames got out of control. Both were rushed to the hospital.

Lavinia took the brunt of it; she was in a coma, still not awake. Carmen fared better—she was conscious, but her whole body was battered and bruised.

Olivia Bennett first heard about the crash from Damian Franklin, and the news left her completely stunned.

Damian was the one who broke it to her: “The accident has something to do with Mason Bennett.”

He’d been keeping an eye on Mason for a while, and it didn’t take much digging to pick up some clues.

Olivia’s shock deepened—but then again, maybe it wasn’t so surprising. Mason had already proven he’d do anything for his own gain—even turning on Ethan, the kid he’d practically raised as his own son.

The thought that Mason could target Carmen and Lavinia was horrifying, but sadly, not impossible.

Beatty scowled. “For God’s sake, Lavinia’s his own daughter. Even a mother bear doesn’t eat her cubs.”

Olivia shook her head, grim. “He’s got a heart of stone. You can’t compare him to normal people.”

“He’s lower than dirt,” Beatty spat. She’d never liked Carmen, but Mason’s actions repulsed her even more.

Olivia nodded in agreement.

But Damian was thinking further ahead. “This could be our chance,” he said quietly.

That made both Olivia and Beatty look at him, surprised.

Damian’s eyes flickered with something unreadable.

. . .

Carmen felt a chill settle in her chest. She and Lavinia had nearly died, and it still couldn’t tear Mason away from his business.

Daniel noticed the coldness in her eyes and asked, “What happened out there? How did the accident happen, anyway?”

Something about it just didn’t add up.

Carmen’s eyes darkened. She tried to remember: She and Lavinia had been driving home—Lavinia was at the wheel. What exactly happened, she couldn’t say. All she could recall was Lavinia suddenly crying out in panic as they took a corner, and then the car started weaving out of control.

She’d been scared out of her mind, and the last thing she remembered was the car slamming into the wall—right on the driver’s side.

The memory made her wince. Daniel didn’t press her further.

“If you need anything, just have the nurse call me,” he said. “I’ve got to go take care of a few things.”

With that, he left Carmen alone with her pain and her fears, the sterile hospital room suddenly feeling colder than ever.