My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 213

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Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew

Chapter 213 The Crash

Milo gritted his teeth and floored the accelerator, narrowly skimming past the cliffside as he swerved around the tight curve.

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He glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing half of the mountain road disappear behind him. Just as he let out a breath of relief, a blinding light flashed ahead. A massive truck was coming straight at him-

After hanging up on Milo, Charmaine immediately called Micah.

Only then did she realize that what Willard had said to Zayn at the dinner table wasn’t just empty talk.

Micah sounded surprised. “Master, you didn’t know? I thought Master Field would’ve given you a heads- up…

Charmaine sighed. “Nope. That old man hasn’t even replied to my messages. Who knows what sneaky little scheme he’s brewing this time.”

Micah fell silent.

The national healer who was someone countless people dreamed of meeting just once, had been reduced to nothing more than a ‘scheming old man‘ in Charmaine’s eyes.

However, Charmaine wasn’t in a hurry. Instead, she began making preparations.

Early the next morning, she leaned against the bathroom doorframe, rubbing her eyes, and asked Emyr, who was freshening up, “Are you going to be busy these next few days?”

Emyr met her gaze in the mirror. “Why?”

you to the hospital for a full–body scan,” she said.

frowned slightly. “A

while now. I want to check the progress. There might still be some residual sluggishness

unreadable flashed through

husky, perhaps from just waking up, and his deep gaze locked onto Charmaine’s fair, delicate face. “And if the results show no

and responded without hesitation, “That’s impossible. You’ve definitely gotten bett

slightly. “You’re that

“Of course!”

up just yet, the nerve and joint functions in his legs had definitely

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so that when the old man arrived, he could pick up the

her medical skills, she

thoughts stirred slightly.

anything, the butler’s urgent voice rang from outside. “Mr. Emyr, Mr.

immediately darkened. She was about to step forward

don’t need to deal with this. They’re here at the Cross Residence, I’ll

room for argument. “Push

choice

elevator, Willard’s furious shouting echoed through the house.

You ungrateful wr*tch,

instinctively tightened on the wheelchair handles and her expression turned

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