Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 453 It's Over for Her

Malcolm drove Lydia to the hospital.

As soon as they left, Bianca gave Meryl a thorough once-over. "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Meryl shook her head slightly. "I don't feel anything."

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"That's good to hear. I've heard that Lydia has been in and out of the hospital all the time to protect her pregnancy. Based on natural selection, a weak embryo like that might not be fit to survive anyway," Bianca said bluntly.

Still, she wasn't entirely at ease. She suggested, "You should get yourself checked at the hospital too, just in case. And, by the way, shouldn't you let Chandler know?"

Meryl glanced at the car in front of her. It had a dent, and some of the paint was scratched off.

The car belonged to Chandler, and she figured it was best to inform him about what happened.

Chandler was in a company meeting when he received Meryl's call.

During important meetings, his phone was always on silent, except when Meryl called, it would ring through.

Hearing that Meryl had been in a car accident, Chandler's voice. immediately filled with concern. "Are you hurt?" Chapter 453 It's Over for Her

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abdomen. Other than the morning sickness that comes. with early pregnancy, she didn't

got scratched. This car must be pretty

elegant-looking car from

replied casually, "It's nothing,

a

right now. Oh, and make sure you call

the phone, only to find Bianca looking at

"Isn't Bianca supposed to

she

much Chandler cares about you. and how he's willing to drop everything to come to your side," Bianca said.

is much more reliable than Dalton! You're luckier

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arrived

scene and the car conditions, the police determined that both cars shared equal responsibility for the

said you weren't

his brow furrowed, his gaze fixed on Meryl's

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seemed that when she slammed on the brakes, something from the front console had jumped up and scratched

and

It was indeed bleeding.

in a spot she couldn't see without a mirror, so she hadn't

scratch, nothing