The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 195 Not a Chance

Chapter 195 Not a Chance

His anger, his regret, his pain, his hate–none of it mattered to her anymore.

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She looked at hím coldly for a moment, then said with total detachment, “John, Wendy wasn’t acting on impulse. She was ruthless. She tried to kill me, and I will make her pay.”

“I mean, you’re not dead, are you?” John replied, still glaring at her, clearly dissatisfied. “Since you’re fine, there’s no need to keep pushing this. Let it go already.”

Not dead…

Of course. That was how the man she had loved for four years saw it.

In his eyes, Elsa’s happiness had always mattered more than her own.

More than her life.

Eighteen–year–old Lily must have been truly blind.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice suddenly turning icy. “I’m alive right now. But John–not everyone in a car crash gets to live. When I was six, my parents died in a terrible accident. They never woke up. Wendy wanted to ruin me, destroy my reputation, make the world believe I drove drunk and injured someone–make them think I deserved to die. Maybe she didn’t mean to kill me. But what if? What if the impact of that crash had been just a little stronger? What if I had died? Or ended up disabled for life? If I had died, what would my ruined life have been worth? Who would’ve made it right?” If you kill someone, saying I’m sorry doesn’t bring them back from the grave. If you leave someone crippled, an apology doesn’t make them whole again. Hurting someone and tossing out a sorry like it fixes everything–what does that mean? Nothing. I don’t need Wendy’s fake apology. I don’t want it. I won’t accept it. All I want is justice. This belongs in the hands of the police. She should be punished by the law!”

Her voice rose as she spoke, trembling with intensity. Her eyes began to redden at the corners.

it, the red in her eyes looked even more vivid–heart–wrenching, even. John’s chest twisted with

his life

he thought about how close she’d come in that crash, the deeper

to imagine her disabled. Or worse–gone

those were just

any serious injuries. Just a few cuts and bruises. A mild concussion, with no

other hand, had fainted out of stress and fear–afraid her mother might end up

was so fragile.

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her to live a little longer. To pass peacefully, without regrets. Without being

but to stand

you weren’t crippled. Don’t use what might have happened as an excuse to punish Wendy so harshly. If you agree to stop

arms, blood at the corner of her mouth, Simon’s heart twisted

an offer, he immediately chimed

you a hundred million. If that’s not enough,

apartment you slept in with Elsa?” Lily scoffed coldly.