Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 766

After going back and forth three times, she finally placed the clean towel on his forehead and continued to watch over him.

In the icy cold of his nightmare, Zachary felt this touch of warmth. His furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and the nightmare faded away.

The next day, he felt a dull pain in his forehead and his entire body seemed to have fallen apart, with no strength left in his muscles.

When he woke up, he still reeked of alcohol, which instantly put Zachary in a stormy mood.

Looking around, Zachary realized he was in a hospital and began to recall what had happened the night before.

It seemed he was thinking about something while crossing at a traffic light, then dodged a car but was hit by an electric scooter?

Footsteps approached the hospital room door, and he quickly closed his eyes.

A familiar scent drew nearer. The footsteps stopped by his bed, followed by a muffled sound on the bedside table.

He opened his eyes just a crack to see Sarah placing a thermos on the nightstand.

As she was about to turn away, he quickly closed his eyes again.

"Stop pretending to be asleep if you're awake," Sarah's cool voice suddenly broke the silence.

Zachary opened his eyes sheepishly. "You knew I was awake?"

Sarah opened the thermos and poured him a bowl of soup. "You were having nightmares the whole time you were unconscious."

The content of his dreams hadn't changed—still that same road. In his sleep, he had mumbled and called out for his mother, his voice filled with despair.

In that empty world, he watched the car crash over and over again. He reached out his hands but could stop nothing. Dreaming about it was already devastating enough, let alone witnessing it in person without being able to change anything.

Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, and the corners of her lips curved upward into an eerie smile.

Although Mr. Wilson had said he wouldn't help her anymore, he still sent a driver to pick her up at the appointed time.

After all, she was the Wilson family's daughter, and they couldn't afford to lose face, no matter what else they might lose.

"Miss, you've suffered greatly," said Driver Laurent, who had been with the Wilson family for years and naturally felt sorry for Vivian, whom he had watched grow up.

Vivian wore no makeup. The usually elegant and dignified woman now had an added touch of delicate beauty that inspired sympathy.

She shook her head and smiled faintly. "Uncle Laurent, before going home, can we stop somewhere else first?"

Uncle Laurent readily agreed, turning the steering wheel as the black Bentley headed in the opposite direction.