“Frederic!“ Irma roared, and hugged Frederic, who was about to fall, in her arms, and shouted at Una, “Call 911! Do it, NOW!!!!!!“
Una nodded and quickly took out her phone and made the call。
The smell of Fred’s blood rush over Irma’s senses。 She looked at her red-stained hands, and tears of forbearance ran down。
Frederic, WHAT are you doing?
We are already divorced。 I CAN“T love you anymore。 WHY you do this to me?
Don“t you hate me?
Don“t you wish me to die?
What are you doing now?
At that moment, Irma“s dust-covered heart ached again。
Frederic, you gotta get well!
If anything goes wrong, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life!
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Irma stayed by Frederic in the hospital for three days。
For the past three days, her mind has been messed up and has been thinking about what happened during this time。
She knew that her car accident was not an accident。 The big truck that hit her was obviously by design and was ordered to end her life。
Fortunately, she survived。