The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 257

On the way back to Orenth, a bus coming from the opposite direction lost control, smashed through the guardrail, and hurtled into their lane. Theodore's car, unable to avoid the collision, was sent careening off the bridge, plunging into the river below along with the bus.

Penelope was stunned into silence for a long moment. "He…"

"The river current is very strong, ma'am. Mr. Stapleton and several passengers from the bus were swept away. A search and rescue operation is underway."

"He… he knows how to swim."

"Ma'am, you're the only one I can call. Mrs. Stapleton's mental state has been fragile lately, and Mr. Stapleton has a heart condition. You… you have to be strong."

"Of course I'll be strong. He's… he's going to be fine."

"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Stapleton will be fine. I'll keep you updated as soon as I have any news. Please, just wait at home."

After Harold hung up, Penelope frantically looked for her phone, turning her room upside down before realizing it was already in her hand. She laughed and tapped her forehead, then dialed Theodore's number. She needed to ask him what happened, when he would be back. He couldn't miss the wedding.

She called once. No answer. She called again. Still no answer.

She was about to get angry with him when she remembered: he had fallen into a river. His phone was at the bottom of the river. It wouldn't work…

Penelope laughed again, a hollow sound that only highlighted the foolishness of what she had just done. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and called Harold back.

"Was he driving alone?"

"How many rescue teams are on site? What's the progress of the search?"

"What are the most urgent needs right now?"

After getting the information she needed, she asked Harold to send her the exact location.

"Ma'am, are you coming here?"

"Of course."

Penelope grabbed her bag and phone and left. On her way out, she made another call, this time to Michael.

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