Why did things have to be this way?
Lucas wanted nothing more than to switch places with Corinne. How he wished he was the one who got hit by the car instead!
At that moment, Rosie—who just finished calling Anya—came over with a bottle of water. Out of guilt, she did not dare to be anywhere near Jeremy. She walked past him to get to Lucas so she could pass the bottle of water to him.
"Lucas, do you want any water? I know you're sad about Corinne's death, but what's done is done. Please feel better soon."
Lucas glared at her. "Why are you still here? Corinne would've been safe at home if it weren't for you! Get lost! I don't want to see your hypocritical face here!"
He sent the bottle of water flying through the air. Rosie stepped back out of shock.
"Lucas, is Corinne that important to you?" she asked weepily.
Lucas was in no mood to talk to her, so he warned her, "I'm only going to warn you one last time. Get lost, or else!"
"But I have nothing to do with Corinne's death, Lucas! She… She insisted on walking to the alley to get a taxi, even when I told her she didn't have to! Her death might have more to do with fate than me!"
Anya came running, panting. She squatted in front of Jeremy and asked worriedly, "Jeremy, are you okay?"
Jeremy ignored her. His face was half covered by his hair, so no one could see his expression.
Anya's heart ached at the sight of Jeremy in such a state. "Jeremy, I came as soon as I heard what happened. Oh, poor Corinne! She had so much to live for…
"Jeremy…that's just how life is. You'll never know when someone will be gone from the earth forever, so please don't be too sad about it."
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