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

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.

Finished

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

slightly.

herbal baths have been going on for a while now. I want to check the progress. There might still

flashed

just waking up, and his deep gaze locked onto Charmaine’s fair, delicate face. “And

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

quirked slightly. “You’re

“Of course!”

to stand up just yet, the nerve and

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wanted to confirm the progress so that when the old man arrived, he could pick up the treatment right where she left

skills, she was ready to prove

stirred slightly.

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

She was about to step forward when Emyr

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

for argument. “Push me downstairs.”

no choice but

as they stepped out of the elevator, Willard’s

wr*tch,

instinctively tightened on the wheelchair