The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)

Chapter 593 “Call an ambulance, call the police immediately...

Some good Samaritans immediately pulled out their phones to call for an ambulance and report the incident to the police.

Several concerned bystanders tried in unison to overturn the vehicle, attempting to rescue the casualty.

“No, no. The casualty is still alive. We mustn't move the vehicle to prevent causing any additional injury.” “Exactly, we mustn't disturb the vehicle.” “He is losing a lot of blood. Don’t touch him, let's wait for the paramedics.” The vehicle's frame was severely distorted.

The car window was shattered, lattering the ground with shards of glass. Bruce was covered in cuts, bleeding incessantly.

Bruce struggled for breath, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. He was barely clinging to life. The sight was so gruesome that it made the faint-hearted turn away.

Inside the shopping mall, Joanna was looking around nervously.

For some reason, her right eyelid started to twitch violently. Then, her right temple started to throb.

Suddenly, a wave of impending dread washed over her.

Every time something unfortunate was about to happen, her right eye would twitch.

But this time, the twitching was much more intense than ever before.

Joanna was filled with anxiety.

Suddenly, she heard someone yell. “There's been a car crash downstairs.” “Terrible news, there's been a car crash on the road!” “Look! the car has rolled over. Such a horrifying siglat!” Several onlookers cried out.

Through the window of the mall, one could see the site of the car crash on the street.

Especially, the deafening crash at the moment of the accident had echoed into the shopping center, Curious shoppers and onlookers gathered at the window to witness the spectacle.

Upon hearing about the car accident, Joanna was filled with even more anxiety.

Joanna felt even more inexplicably uneasy.

After a moment's hesitation, she followed the crowd to the window to look.

Through the broken car window, she saw that the car involved in the accident was a silver-grey Bentley.

It looked strikingly similar to her own car.

Seeing this. Joanna's heart sank She had the same car which Bruce sometimes drove.

Today, Bruce had dispatched all their bodyguards, and all the cars from their garage had been driven out.

So Bruce had taken her car out, Suddenly, Joanna felt & void in her mind.

She had an ominous feeling that the person in the car crash could be Bruce.

“No, it can’t be Bruce. It surely can’t be him.” “He’s so capable, how could he be in a car crash...

Joanna felt a chill run through her body as her heart pounded in her chest. She prayed fervently that it wasn’t Bruce.

Although she loathed him, yet, Bruce was the father of her children.

She desperately didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. She would rather hold onto her resentment and anger towards him than see him in danger.

“My God, such a catastrophic crash? The driver must have died instantly, right?” “Of course, didn’t you see the car flipped over? How could they survive? Geez, driving is too dangerous. I'm glad | can’t afford a car...” Some bystanders exclaimed.

Upon hearing this, Joanna felt a growing sense of unease.

Without a second thought, she rushed out of the shopping center, sprinting towards the scene of the car crash.

She had to confirm whether the person in the car crash was Bruce.

Two minutes later, Joanna sprinted non-stop to the site of the car accident.

She managed to discern the license plate mimber through the gawking crowd.

“5211” BAM! Joanna felt as if her brain had exploded into simithereens, her world spinning around her. In a daze, she felt her soul rip through the crown of her head, departing from her physical shell.

That was her car.

And the only one who dared to drive her car was Bruce The world darkened before Joanna’ eyes, her legs turned to jelly, and she nearly passed out. The spectators nearby promptly caught her, “Miss, are you okay? What's wrong with you?” Joanna drew a breath to steady herself, forcing her consciousness to remain.

“Bruce, it can’t be you... it just can’t be..” With a desperate prayer in her heart, Joanna staggered towards the car.

A sea of shattered glass lay before her.

The driver's seat was stained with a pool of blood.

The sight was so gruesome that some spectators could no longer bear to watch.

One step, two steps...

Joanna felt as if her legs were made of lead, her heart pounding so fiercely it felt as if it would leap out of her throat.

“The car is leaking fuel, it might explode.” “We need to disperse the crowd, the police will be here any moment!” A good three meters away.

The sight she dreaded came into view.

The person in the car was indeed Bruce.

“Bruce!” “Brucel” Realization hit Joanna, and she dashed madly towards the car.

A passerby kindly warned her, “Miss, the car might explode Stay back!” “Let go of me Joanna threw off the hands of the well-meaning crowd.

She ran frantically to the car, intending to save Bruce without thinking.

The sight that met her eyes chilled her to the bone.

Bruce was pinned inside the car, his entire body covered in blood, still coughing out more from his mouth and nose.

He had already coughed up a lot of blood.

His white shirt was soaked through with red, his pupils gradually dilating.

The ground was awash with a glaring crimson.

Joanna collapsed to her knees, at a loss as to what to do, “Bruce, Bruce!” Joanna gripped his hand in terror, attempting to press down on his wounds to stop the bleeding.

But his body was marred with so many wounds that she had no idea which bleeding gash to press.

Hearing Joanna's sobs, Bruce drew a final breath and weakly opened his eyes.

He was losing too much blood, making it almost impossible to even open his eyes! But he so desperately wanted to look at her one more time.

“Joann.. Joann...” Bruce whispered, his voice so weak it was almost imperceptible.

Joanna immediately dropped to her knees and leaned in close to his lips, “Bruce, Bruce, don’t be scared. You're going to be okay.” “The ambulance is on its way. You have to hang in there!” Joanna clung to his hand, her tears falling like a bursting dam, dripping onto his palm.

The blood and tears mingled together, sliding onto the ground.

Her emotions towards him were a mix of love and animosity.

She loathed him, yet she also loved him.

The piercing sound of the ambulance’s siren filled the air, and a large number of police officers arrived.

“Set up a police line, quickly disperse the crowd.” “A few of you, come help flip the car over!” Joanna was a tear-streaked mess, “Bruce, you must hold on, you must hold on. Help is on the way!” Bruce's lips were dry and pale, trembling heavily. He mustered the last bit of his strength to grip Joanna's hand, Joann...

Joann... |... I truly, truly love you...” “I know, | know. Don’t say any more.” “Ugh...” Bruce vomited another mouthful of blood, his feeble, raspy voice coming to an abrupt halt.

He no longer had the strength to open his eyes. He squeezed out one last sinile towards Joanna, then his head tilted, and his eyes closed.