Wayne followed closely behind Rosalynn, like a little puppy.
"You’ll be back in three days, right?" he asked.
"Something like that," Rosalynn answered. "You should go back to the temple. It's not cool to leave in the middle of the wake."
"I'm here to keep you company so Granny can be happy. What's wrong with that?" Wayne didn't back down.
Rosalynn felt helpless.
Just then, a car pulled over nearby.
Without thinking, Wayne put his arm around Rosalynn's shoulder and pulled her back a bit.
Suddenly, the car that was supposed to stop had a brake failure, swerved off course, and sped towards Rosalynn at an incredibly fast speed.
In the nick of time.
Wayne reacted quickly, shielding Rosalynn and dodged the car swiftly.
The car brushed past Rosalynn and slammed into a thick pillar, with thick smoke billowing from the front of the car.
Wayne held Rosalynn tightly in his arms and quickly glanced into the car.
To his surprise, the man in the driver's seat was covered in blood and still gripping a black object with a lit fuse.
With an evil grin, the man looked at Wayne and pulled the fuse of the object.
In a split second, Wayne tightened his grip on Rosalynn and lunged forward.
Just as the explosion echoed, he instinctively shielded Rosalynn with his body.
As the deafening noise subsided, Rosalynn's ears were filled with a piercing ringing, and she witnessed the people around her in a state of panic.
The bodyguards, who had been secretly protecting her, rushed over, shouting.
Wayne's bodyguards...
"Call an ambulance now!" Rosalynn urged anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes.
At this moment, Wayne's fingers slowly curled.
Rosalynn held his hand tightly, trying to comfort him: "Don't be scared! Don't be scared! The ambulance is coming!"
After that, Wayne didn't respond anymore.
Shortly after, the ambulance arrived, and Rosalynn hurriedly followed it to the hospital, her body drenched in blood. She couldn't discern whether it was her own or Wayne's. The bodyguards were in a state of terror, clueless about how to explain the dire situation to their boss. One of them, overcome with desperation, proposed, "Ms. Jared, you shouldn't wait here. You're injured too. Why don't you go get yourself checked?"
Rosalynn, her face drained of color and her hands trembling, dismissed their concerns. "Don't worry about me," she replied. "It's Wayne who needs immediate attention. His back is severely injured... You have no idea. He has a history of serious accidents and even went into a coma once. And just recently, he suffered a head injury!"
As she voiced her regrets, self-blame crept into Rosalynn's words: "I shouldn't have agreed to let him pick me up!"
The bodyguard remained silent, observing the scene.
In all his time with Ms. Gabriella, he had never witnessed her so emotionally distraught, panicked, and disheveled.
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