My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 109

After confirming it was gone, Hannah let out a breath of relief and made a U-turn to head back.

“Go to hell—!”

Suddenly, the same car shot out of an intersection. Hannah’s heart leaped into her throat. She wrenched the steering wheel to swerve, but it was too late. The car slammed violently into her passenger side.

Her body lurched forward, her head cracking against the steering wheel. The world went black for a second. Dazed, she pushed herself upright and looked over.

The other car was backing up, preparing to ram her again.

With no time to think, Hannah stomped on the gas, trying to get away.

A blinding glare of headlights flooded her vision. Before she could process what was happening, a deafening crash exploded beside her. The car that had been about to hit her was sent flying sideways by another vehicle.

“Hannah!”

Quennel jumped out of his car and ran to her side, yanking her door open.

“Hang on, I’m taking you to the hospital!” He fumbled with her seatbelt, then gently lifted her out of the driver’s seat.

“Quennel?” Her vision was blurry, but she recognized his silhouette.

“It’s me. I’m here. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to the hospital now.” Quennel flagged down a passing car and carefully placed her inside, his strong arm wrapping around her to keep her steady. He quickly made a call to the police and another to his own people to handle the scene.

“Do you know who hit you?” he asked.

“If you want to cry, then cry. I won’t…”

Before he could finish, the door was thrown open. They both looked up to see Lionel standing there, panting, his face pale with alarm.

“What happened? How could you get in a car accident?” he demanded, striding into the room. His eyes fell on the blood-soaked cotton balls on the tray, and his expression hardened.

Quennel apologized to the doctor, then walked over to Lionel, grabbing his arm and forcibly dragging him out of the room.

“Let go of me!” Lionel growled.

“Are you trying to interfere with her treatment?” Quennel’s eyes narrowed. “Get out.”