Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 407 That's All

Fortunately, Manuel still remembered Ainsley had told him that if he recalled anything about his dream

again, he had to let her know.

He subconsciously dialed the special dial number.

A shrill horn accompanied by the screams of passers-by and the noises of the car came to him,

causing Manuel to have a fierce headache, and then, he passed out.

Ainsley was sleeping soundly when she was woken up by the sudden phone ringing in the middle of

the night.

She fumbled on the sheet irritably and grabbed the phone. Then, she picked it up without looking at the

caller's number, "Yes?"

The serious tone of the voice on the phone sobered Ainsley in an instant. She bounced up from the

bed, widened her eyes, and said in disbelief, "Where are you now? I'll be there right away."

After that, she held her phone to her ear with her shoulder and hurriedly put on her clothes as she

wrote down an address.

When she arrived at the hospital, Ainsley was still a little confused. She calmed herself down first and

took a few deep breaths before she walked towards the police officer at the entrance of the ward.

"Officers, sorry that I'm late. I am Ainsley Easton."

The female police officer spoke first. "Hello, Ms. Easton. We received a call that there was a car

accident at the intersection in the west. When we arrived, we found that the gentleman lying on the

ground seemed to try to call you before he fainted."

The male police officer said, "We don't know your relationship with the gentleman inside. If possible,

may I ask, who are you?"

"I am a friend of his." Ainsley turned her head to look at the man lying in the ward, who had not yet

woken up.

The female police officer nodded and said, "Okay, Ms. Easton, don't worry. Your friend is fine. The

doctor said that he only has some scratches on his forehead."

Ainsley breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, but she did not show any emotion on her face.

After signing some papers, Ainsley thanked the two police officers and began to get worried again.

She was now living with Serina and definitely could not hide Manuel's accident from her.

In this case, she might as well make a move first.

Thinking of this, Ainsley made a phone call.

Serina should have been woken up by Ainsley's sudden call because her voice sounded a bit thick.

"Ms. Easton, what's going on?”

Ainsley cleared her throat and briefly told her the whole story.

As expected, Serina cried over the phone and said that she was going to come to the hospital to see

Manuel.

Ainsley managed to calm her down and told her to get a rest first before she came to the hospital

tomorrow. She also told Serina that she would take care of Manuel tonight.

After hanging up the phone, Ainsley was no longer sleepy. She felt tired both mentally and physically.

She panicked at first, but now she was quite fretting. Anyway, what was done couldn't be undone.

Ainsley opened the door of the ward and went in to see how Manuel was doing.

Manuel slept quietly on the bed. The warm yellow light shone on his pale face, adding a bit of fragility to

his usually cold face.

Ainsley sat on the chair with her chin propped up, staring at his flawless handsome face for a while until

she yawned.

The sleepiness came to her again.

Despite sleeping in this posture might be uncomfortable, Ainsley lay face down on the bed and rested

her head on her arms, falling asleep.

It was silent in the middle of the night.

Ainsley opened her eyes in a daze and saw that Manuel was sweating as if he was having a nightmare.

He muttered to himself, "I saw it. Mom, help me..."

Ainsley stood up and reached out to test his temperature. His forehead was burning.

She went out to get a basin of cold water and wet the towel in it. Then, she wrung it dry and carefully

wiped off the sweat on his head, avoiding the wounds.

After doing it three times, she put the clean towel on his forehead and sat down again.

Manuel felt the warmth from his forehead in the cold. He slowly unfolded his frowns, and the nightmare

was gone.

The next day, Manuel felt a dull pain in his forehead, and his body was sore and painful as if he was

crushed by a truck.

When he woke up, he was reeking of alcohol, which left him in a bad mood. Looking around, Manuel

began to recall what had happened last night when he knew that he was in the hospital.

He remembered that he was thinking about something when he crossed the road, and then he dodged

a car but was hit by a scooter.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching, and he immediately closed his eyes.

The familiar smell slowly approached, and the footsteps came to his bedside. Then, the bedside table

made a dull noise.

Manuel opened his eyes slightly and saw Ainsley putting a thermos on the bedside table.

Just when Ainsley was about to turn around, he immediately closed his eyes again.

"Don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up," Ainsley suddenly said.

Manuel had no choice but to open his eyes. "How did you know I was awake?"

Ainsley opened the thermos and filled him with a bowl of soup. "You were having nightmares when you

were in a coma."

His dreams were all the same. It was still about the same road. He was calling his mother over and

over again in his sleep and sounded desperate.

In his dreams, he saw the car hit his mother over and over again. He stretched out his hand but he

couldn’t stop it. It was already great despair for him to dream of this scene, let alone to watch it with his

own eyes over and over again, yet he could never change it.

Manuel's eyes were bloodshot, which was enough to explain everything. He looked at the bowl and

said sadly, "I know what I dreamed of."

Ainsley nodded and said, "That's good. The doctor said that you are fine.

You just need to rest for a few days."

"Are you concerned about me?" Manuel asked and gave her a searching look.

"Mr. Gage, have you forgotten that you are my patient and I am your shrink? That's all."

The disappointment was written all over Manuel's face. But he still had to watch her leave the ward.

In a dimly lit room with a bed in the middle, there was a woman who sat on the bed expressionlessly

and stared at the green plants outside the window without blinking.

Near noon, a female police officer came over and opened the door of the detention room. She then

claimed seriously, "Ms. Wade, you can leave now."

The woman who heard the sound was stunned for a moment before she turned her head and blinked

her eyes a few times.

After leaving the police station, Irene in thin clothes narrowed her eyes and looked up at the dazzling

sunlight.

Then, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air. The corners of her lips curled up slightly,

revealing a strange smile.

Although Brady had said that he would no longer care about her matters, he still asked the driver to

come here to pick her up.

After all, she was still Ms. Wade. Her image couldn't be ruined no matter what.

"Ms. Wade, you have suffered." The driver, Maud Kolb, had been serving the Wade family since Irene

was little. Naturally, he would feel sorry for Irene, since he had witnessed her growth.

Irene didn't wear makeup, which made her look more delicate and pretty. Anyone who saw her now

would feel sorry for her.

Irene shook her head and smiled faintly. "Maud, can you take me somewhere else before we go

home?"

Maud agreed immediately. He turned the steering wheel and the black Bentley turned and drove in the

opposite direction.