Chapter 384
Comparing Rosalynn’s thought of his determination to make her have an abortion with his appearance today is like a split.
Some things happened and couldn’t be forgiven, simple as that.
Rosalynn rolled up the car window, no longer looking at him, and followed Ivy’s car towards their home.
Wayne went to check on the kitten again.
He didn’t really want to keep the cat, but just to save it for Ivy’s sake and then find a reliable employee to adopt it.
But now…
President Silverman changed his mind.
He’d still keep the cat, but couldn’t take it back to the apartment since it was full of Rosa’s stuff, and it wouldn’t be good if the cat messed it up. Wayne looked at the kitten.
His mind was full of thoughts.
He didn’t want to go back to his apartment, so he drove aimlessly around the city until he finally parked outside Gabriella’s studio.
The studio was brightly lit.
Wayne didn’t know if she had finished work yet or not.
He found out the answer the next morning.
He saw Rosalynn’s car coming from afar.
Seeing her parking spot occupied, Rosalynn was somewhat puzzled.
She got out of the car, walked to the other car, and wanted to see if they had left a phone number.
Only when she got closer did she see someone seemed to be asleep, curled up in the car.
She walked over to the window and gently knocked a few times.
The person inside the car woke up quickly, and when the window was rolled down…
Both Rosalynn and the irritated man inside the car were stunned.
“How come it’s you?” Rosalynn asked, frowning.
Wayne’s face didn’t look too good, and his hand pressed against his stomach as if in great pain.
“Just passing by, I had to stop here because I wasn’t feeling well, I’m leaving now, Wayne said, and then frowned heavily, as if terribly in pain. Rosalynn frowned, “You can’t drive like this, you should call a chauffeur.”
“It’s okay, I just ate something cold yesterday…”
Cold?
Rosalynn lowered her head; was it when he had ice cream with Ivy at the amusement park?
Wayne’s stomach has always not been very good, so he’s been particular about what he eats.
Right now, it seems that his stomach is even worse than before.
As Rosalynn thought this, a little voice in her head shouted, “Don’t pity the jerk, or you’ll end up miserable!”
Rosalynn snapped back to reality.
She made way for Wayne to leave.
Wayne hesitated, disbelief in his eyes.
He looked so pitiful, and she still insisted on him leaving?
Wayne’s face was paler.
He started the car and slowly pulled out of the parking spot.
Rosalynn got into her car, parked it neatly, got out and locked the car, about to walk towards the studio.
Then she heard a loud bang.
She quickly turned around.
Wayne’s car had hit the wall. The wall was tilted, and half of Wayne’s car’s head was wrecked.
“Wayne!” Rosalynn cried out in shock.
She immediately ran towards him.
Thick smoke poured from the crashed car, the airbag in the driver’s seat had already popped out, and Wayne’s head was covered in blood, unconscious.
Rosalynn felt a shiver down her spine.
Fortunately, Wayne hadn’t locked the car door.
After opening the door, she unbuckled Wayne’s seat belt, called his name while dragging him out of the car.
She pulled him away from the vehicle.
Then she immediately checked his limbs: his hands and feet weren’t broken…
What about internal injuries?
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And his head?
He had a history of being in a vegetative state!
