Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 84

In an instant, she lost all interest in wallowing over her love life—the car accident was a much bigger headache.

Dominic said, "Your insurance company should contact you tomorrow."

Cynthia winced, her face contorted with pain.

"It was just a little fender bender! Isn't that an overreaction?"

Assistant Shaw leaned in helpfully, eager to explain.

"Miss Tremaine, have you never heard about how expensive it is to repair a Rolls-Royce?"

Cynthia shook her head. Cars had always been nothing more than a way to get from A to B for her—she'd never bothered to learn the details.

"What do you mean by that?"

Shaw thought for a moment, then replied,

"Let's put it this way: it's like having a heart worth $150,000, a kidney worth $75,000, and bone marrow that goes for $200,000—yet the person putting it all together earns less than three grand a month."

The meaning dawned on Cynthia, her expression freezing. If she remembered correctly, she'd managed to smash the entire rear bumper of Dominic's car.

Sure, she had some money set aside, but that was meant to relaunch her business back in the capital. Tremaine Holdings was in increasingly dire straits; whatever she had, it wouldn't be enough.

Still, she was the one at fault. A rear-end collision was always the driver behind.

She forced a weary, almost self-mocking smile.

"Don't worry, Mr. Holloway. Once the insurance pays out, I'll cover any extra costs. I won't run from it."

Dominic nodded.

"Alright."

After hearing the news, Cynthia suddenly lost her appetite. She pushed her plate away after a few bites and didn't touch her wine again.

Jenny got a call and had to rush back to the office.

While Cynthia was waiting for her ride on the curb, Assistant Shaw pulled up next to her.

The back window rolled down, revealing Dominic's striking features. His eyes were dark and intense as he spoke softly,

"Get in."

Cynthia waved him off.

"No need, I've already called for a ride."

Shaw blinked. "Is something wrong?"

Dominic glanced down at the phone lying quietly next to him.

"I'll take Miss Tremaine's phone to her."

As Shaw unbuckled and reached for it in the back seat, Dominic had already grabbed the phone and stepped out of the car, following Cynthia into the darkness.

Cynthia had just reached her front door and was pulling out her keys when Father Benedict emerged from the shadows.

"Cynthia... Can we talk?"

She jumped, startled, and when she realized who it was, her face immediately fell.

"There's nothing left to talk about."

Benedict frowned and reached for her wrist.

Suddenly, Dominic's voice sounded behind them.

"Miss Tremaine, you forgot your phone."