Penelope lay sprawled on the pavement, wailing in agony, a pool of blood spreading beneath her. The car had just run over her leg—her bone was crushed, her life forever changed.
Juliet stood frozen nearby, too stunned to process what had just happened right before her eyes.
Chaos erupted all around them. Bystanders rushed over, some frantically calling for an ambulance.
As Penelope nearly passed out from the pain, sympathetic murmurs rippled through the crowd. “Oh God, she’s so young. And so pretty… She’ll be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life, poor thing…”
But Anastasia's eyes were icy cold—there wasn’t a shred of pity on her face.
How could this be a coincidence? A sudden accident, and Penelope just happens to appear out of nowhere?
And honestly, knowing Penelope’s heart, would she really risk her life for Benson? There was no way she’d throw herself in front of that car without a second thought.
Anastasia’s gaze snapped to the driver, already restrained by a few righteous passersby, and her expression darkened even further.
She recognized him instantly. In her previous life, this was the same man Penelope had bribed!
This wasn’t an accident at all. Penelope had just moved her plan up—this entire crash was her doing!
But no one else knew that. Benson, who just moments ago had felt nothing but revulsion at the thought of Penelope, now saw her lying there, bleeding after supposedly saving him. Suddenly, doubt crept into his heart.
Could he have misunderstood a girl willing to die for him?
Anastasia caught the look on his face and knew exactly what he was thinking. Just as Benson was about to rush toward Penelope, she grabbed his arm, pulling him back.
“Benson, haven’t you learned your lesson yet? Don’t you think it’s strange just how convenient this accident was?”
Her sharp tone jolted him back to reality.
Anastasia was about to say more when her eyes landed on his side—and her expression changed instantly.
Harrison was keeping his grandmother company.
Lady Lancaster knew her grandson’s usual cold demeanor well, so the fact that he’d come to visit her of his own accord brought her genuine joy.
“Why didn’t you bring Anastasia with you?” she asked with a smile. She knew her grandson’s transformation was all thanks to Anastasia, and her fondness for her granddaughter-in-law had only grown deeper.
“Ana has class.” Harrison’s features softened at the mention of his young wife.
Anastasia had actually taken the day off, but he wasn’t about to shatter Lady Lancaster’s illusions. He knew if Anastasia heard about it, she’d probably pout at him for days.
Lady Lancaster, seeing the affection in his eyes, was about to speak when Logan burst in, breathless and urgent.
“Mr. Lancaster, ma’am—there’s been a car accident! Mrs. Lancaster’s been hurt!”
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