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

Chapter 213

09:48 Sat, 1 Mar MD

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?”

hospital for a full–body scan,” she

slightly. “A scan?”

nodded. “The needle treatments and herbal baths have been going on for a while now. I want to check the progress. There might still be some residual sluggishness in your body

something unreadable flashed through

and his deep gaze locked onto Charmaine’s fair, delicate face.

“That’s impossible. You’ve definitely gotten

lips quirked slightly. “You’re

“Of course!”

was at least 90% certain. Even if Emyr wasn’t able to stand up just yet, the nerve and joint

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

medical skills, she was ready to

thoughts stirred

he could say anything, the butler’s urgent voice rang from outside. “Mr. Emyr, Mr. Willard has come causing trouble at the

expression immediately darkened. She was about to step forward when Emyr stopped

They’re here at the Cross Residence, I’ll

tone left no room for argument. “Push me downstairs.”

choice but

stepped out of the elevator, Willard’s furious

ungrateful wr*tch,

the wheelchair handles and her

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