The Divorcee Amazed the World

The situation unfolded too suddenly, catching everyone off guard!

Before anyone could react,

The truck quickly shifted into reverse, backing up, and then surged forward!

The wheels scraped against the ground, making a grating sound!

Directly aiming at the seat where Helena was!

There was a car in front! Another behind! And on the right, a roadside barrier!

Tim couldn’t move forward or retreat!

Watching the truck about to collide with Helena’s seat,

In a split second, Tim desperately turned the steering wheel, using the front of the car to crash into the truck!

Using his own life to protect Helena!

Tears streamed down Helena’s face!

After a violent collision that shook the earth,

The truck’s front end was crushed, the bumper clattered to the ground, and the windshield shattered into pieces.

The truck came to a stop, and the driver inside was covered in blood, eyes rolled back.

Tim, covered in blood, lay motionless on the steering wheel!

Helena, holding her stomach in pain, couldn’t speak, feeling a sharp ache in her abdomen, which seemed to be intensifying.

The bodyguards in the front and rear vehicles quickly got out, investigating the truck.

The door opened, and the truck driver had already breathed his last, reeking of alcohol.

However, everyone could see that this wasn’t a case of drunk driving at all!

It was clearly an intentional attempt on Helena’s life!

Premeditated murder!

Helena, in addition to the sharp pain in her stomach, felt pain all over her body.

Not knowing exactly where she was injured.

She endured the pain, unfastened her seatbelt, and struggled to sit up, tapping Tim’s shoulder, trembling lips calling out, “Tim, Tim, wake up!”

The response was a deathly silence!

A sense of foreboding, like a tsunami, descended.

Helena bit her lip, unable to contain her tears.

The pain in her abdomen surged, and a damp liquid seemed to be flowing down below.

Blood was visible on the car seat.

It felt like the sky was falling.

With teary eyes, Helena touched her stomach, constantly repeating in her mind, “Baby, you have to be strong, you have to be strong, you must be strong.”

Paul was also seriously injured.

Enduring the pain, he dialed 911 on his phone, “Hello, I need to report an accident. We’re near Parvis Village at a three-way intersection…”

Soon, the bodyguards opened the car doors.

Some helped Helena out of the car and onto another one.

Others unfolded a makeshift stretcher, lifting Tim onto the vehicle.

Someone carried Paul.

Leaving two bodyguards to deal with the accident.

The group rushed Helena, Tim, and Paul to the city hospital.

The bodyguards drove the car at full speed.

When Helena and the others arrived at the People’s Hospital, Willis had received a call and was waiting at the hospital entrance.

His expression was grave and mournful, his deep eyes unable to conceal the anxiety.

Helena’s car door opened.

Willis approached, seeing Helena clutching her stomach in pain.

His heart tightened, and he shouted, “Helena! Helena!”

Helena was too upset to speak, just staring at him.

Her grieving expression was evident.

Medical staff, who had been waiting after receiving the call, quickly approached with a stretcher to lift Helena from the car.

She lay on the stretcher, pale, and in pain.

Willis followed closely, holding her hand.

Holding it tightly.

As if afraid that if he let go, she would slip away!

Tim and Paul were also taken to the emergency room.

The abdominal pain came in waves, as if an overwhelming force, and when they were pushed into the operating room, Helena passed out from the pain.

As if a very long time had passed.

The door of the operating room slowly opened.

Willis strode forward, his expression unprecedentedly anxious. “Doctor, how is my wife?”

As he awaited an answer, his heart was strung tight.

The doctor removed the mask, saying, “Mr. Santana, your wife is out of immediate danger.”

Willis secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, “What about the child?”

“We did our best for the child, but couldn’t save it. I’m sorry, Mr. Santana.”

A sharp pain suddenly burned through his heart.

Deep within him surged an indescribable sorrow and helplessness.

Willis closed his eyes, suppressing the almost inexpressible pain.

He placed his hand over his chest, frowning deeply.

Looking very pained.

The doctor hurriedly asked, “Mr. Santana, are you okay?”

Willis shook his head extremely slowly. “I’m fine.”

Although he said he was fine, the world had already collapsed.

After the observation period, Helena was wheeled out of the observation room.

Her condition was very poor, lips sealed, eyes gray.

Willis accompanied her, undressing and staying by her side day and night.

Three days later.

Helena finally spoke.

With her desolate eyes fixed on Willis, she spoke quietly, “I’m sorry, I did my best.”

Willis’s heart tightened, holding her hand, comforting, “Don’t be too sad; we can have another child in the future.”

Helena shook her head ever so lightly, lips moving very slowly, “No, I mean, I did my best for this marriage.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Her voice sounded tired and hoarse, as if she had experienced a lot.

Willis’s heart suddenly ached, initially a dull pain, but after a while, it became a sharp, twisting pain.

He held her hand, pressing it to his lips.

Her hand was cold, colder than ever before.

Her heart must be even colder.

He heard her say again, “I don’t want anyone else to suffer for me, and I don’t want revenge. I used to be someone who pursued tranquility, but now I’m not myself anymore. I’m tired, really tired.”

She whispered, “Let’s get a divorce.”

That voice was incredibly soft, like a mosquito’s hum.

But in Willis’s ears, it sounded like a deafening thunderclap!

He froze!

His whole person felt like he had fallen into an icy cave!