Chapter 68

Hearing my self-mocking laughter, Ophelia became even angrier. When she heard that the car that had fallen into the valley was hers, her heart twisted with fear. Her hand holding the phone trembled, and she could hardly bring herself to keep listening. She didn't want to hear any news about me—whether I was dead or alive. Caught between love and hate, she wavered back and forth, feeling tortured. "Is he dead?" What she had originally wanted to say came out like this instead. "Ms. Smith, the patient was unconscious when he was sent to the hospital. We don't know the details yet. "We are still investigating the cause of the accident and will inform you of any updates." Ophelia finally let out a breath of relief. "I understand." She then called me, intending to ask how I was, but the first words out of her mouth were hurtful. When I picked up Ophelia's call, I had hoped for a brief moment of happiness. But her words immediately plunged me into a cold, dark place. Although I felt dee