Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 280 Car Accident

The driver in the front seat was squeezed into the back together with the seat, and all his blood flowed

to the back seat as well.

Yvette lay alone in a pool of blood, her forehead plerced by broken glass, her face covered in blood,

and her brain buzzing.

The railing was knocked off because of the car accident, and the bridge was blocked.

At the same time, Yazmin and Lance were in the black luxury car.

She suddenly felt great pain in her lower abdomen, and there were signs of her lower body bleeding.

“Lance, my abdomen, it hurts…”

She groaned in pain.

Lance frowned and immediately called Frankie, who was in the car that had crossed the bridge already,

ordering, “Stop. Wait right there.”

Then Lance got out of the car, picked Yazmin up, and walked through the bridge.

Flames burst from the front of the commercial vehicle.

Yvette was in the back seat. She looked helplessly out of the window and saw that man’s figure in a

daze.

“Lance!”

She wanted to call out to him, but she could not make a sound. She could barely open her mouth.

She stretched out a blood–stained hand with difficulty to reach for the window, which looked so close to

her.

“Lance, help… Save our baby…” she murmured silently.

However, she could only watch as he carried the woman in his arms and walked further and further

away.

Yvette was engulfed in desperation. She slowly closed her eyes.

Suddenly, the siren of the ambulance sounded.

Yvette was kindled with hope. She struggled to open her eyes.

The ambulance could barely stop.

“Bang!”

The car, together with flames, plunged into the river.

The bone–chilling water poured into the car.

Countless drops of tears fell from the corners of Yvette’s eyes.

She thought, if I wasn’t running away, I wouldn’t have been in a car accident.

I regret it so much.

If everything could start over, I would never fall in love with him again….

I can feel the faint beating inside me.

It’s the first fetal movement…

Is my baby cheering me up?

It breaks my heart to realize this now…

Baby, I am sorry.

Your mommy is useless. You’ll have to leave together with your mommy before you get a peek at this

beautiful world.

Lance was in the hospital.

After knowing that Yazmin was fine, he did not even go into the ward to take a look at her. He turned

around and left.

Frankie caught up with him and said with an uneasy expression, “Mr. Wolseley, Mrs. Wolseley is

missing.”

Lance’s pupils trembled violently, and he said in a stern voice, “What?”

Frankie said, “The bodyguard who followed her just called. He said she went to the photography shop

in the afternoon to pick up the photos and then disappeared.”

Lance’s expression changed instantly, and he asked in a deep voice, “Which photography shop?”

“The one you went to this afternoon.”

Lance’s heart inexplicably sank.

They went to the same photography shop. It made him very uneasy.

“Did you get the surveillance footage?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Frankie took out his phone, showed it to Lance, and said tentatively, “I think Mrs. Wolseley was

planning on leaving. She changed into the very outfit you sent us to look for this afternoon.”

Frankie pulled out all the vehicles leaving around the time Yvette appeared. Other than the two cars

that Lance, Yazmin, and Frankie were in, only one black commercial car was left.

On the TV in the hospital corridor, the host was reporting.

“At two o’clock this afternoon, there was a serious accident on the newly built Revival Bridge. There

were two people in the car. The driver died on the spot, and the other person is missing…”

In a split second, Lance felt that someone ripped a part of his heart out, leaving a bloody, hollow hole

inside him. However, he felt no pain.

He thought, Revival Bridge… Car accident…

“Mr. Wolseley…”

Frankie said to Lance a few times, but the latter did not respond.

It was as if time stood still.

Breathing became a sin in such silence.

“Thud!”

Lance’s stalwart body slumped in front of Frankie’s eyes.

“Mr. Wolseley!”

Three days had passed.

Lance finally woke up.

Seeing that, Tanya hurriedly asked, “Lance, how are you feeling? Does anywhere hurt?”

Lance was expressionless as he asked, “Where is Yvette?”

Tanya was stunned and did not know what to

to say for a moment.

Lance asked again, “Mom, have you seen Yvette?”

“Lance, about Yvette… I heard from Frankie. I’m sorry…”

“I am asking you. Where is she?” Lance repeated stubbornly.

Tanya struggled. She then realized that she had to tell him sooner or later, so she closed her eyes and

made up her mind. She said, “The rescue team has been searching for her for three years, but she was

nowhere to be found. Maybe she drifted somewhere else. Don’t worry, Lance. She was my daughter–

in–law, after all. Since she didn’t have any family, I’ll make sure she has a proper funeral.”

Tanya’s only concern now was that Lance would choose to die with Yvette, so she had already ordered

someone to keep an eye

on Lance.

Lance’s face was ghastly pale.

Suddenly, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

“Lance, where are you going?” Tanya hurriedly stopped him.

“Go find her.” Lance was expressionless.

Tanya was dumbfounded for a second.

Then she said angrily, “She is already dead. Where are you going to find her?”

“She is missing.”

Lance corrected Tanya, “She is just missing…”

Tanya couldn’t stop him at all.

Lance searched the river for seven days and nights, during which he hardly rested.

Seven days later, Lance was tied up by Tanya and her men onto a boat and taken home.

Lance always cared about his appearance. He used to be so gentle and decent. Yet now, his eyes

were sunken, his beard was unshaven, and he was nothing but emaciated.

Seeing that, Tanya hugged him tightly and cried loudly.

“Lance, you’re scaring me. Don’t do this. You are my life!”

“I don’t want to live anymore.

“Mom, can I trade my life for hers?” Lance said bitterly, his lips pale.

Tanya grabbed Lance’s arm tightly and cried in pain, “Lance, if you die, I’ll die with you.”

“Thud!”

He swayed and fell again.

Tanya panicked. She wailed, “Doctor! Call the doctor…”

Fiona was in the basement.

She had been locked up here for half a month.

During this time, the servants in the villa opened the door at regular intervals and gave her food and

water as if she were a dog.

No one treated her at all.

It looked like they were letting the burns on her face and body become serious on purpose.

The huge blisters were itchy and painful. When Fiona found them unbearable, she would scratch them.

The pus flowed into her eyes, and for many days she could not open them, as if she were blind.

That day, the door finally opened again.

She heard the heavy soles of leather shoes strolling closer and closer.

It sounded like hope to Fiona. She crawled toward the direction of the sound. “Jamie, Jamie, is that

you?”

The sound of leather shoes stopped in front of her.

“It’s me.”