Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 759 Being All Right

A car accident?

How did that happen?

Amber was perplexed.

It was just ten minutes before when she spoke to Jared, who had told her that he had been on his way back.

And then she was told that he had got into a car crash.

How could she possibly bear it?

Amber bit her bottom lip, with eyes red with tears and a pain clutching at her heavy heart.

A crackup, how horrible!

He could get seriously injured, if not killed.

Jared had already experienced one before herself, and although he hadn't gotten badly hurt back then, nobody could know what would happen to him this time.

She had just got back together with him. Was he going to be taken away from her again?

Amber was gasping again as fears and worries grew inside her.

Ben, having heard her question on the other side of the phone, looked at Jared beside him, and hastened to answer, "Oh, Miss Reed, relax, now he is fine. He just passed out. We are on our way to the hospital."

"Is he really gonna be all right?" Amber was still worried, with her hands clutching the arms of her chair.

It was a car crash after all.

Ben nodded resolutely, "Jared will definitely be all right. I am completely OK, and I'm the driver. Mr. Farrell will be fine too. It wasn't that serious. We just plowed into a flowerbed on the curb." Amber was beginning to believe him and feel relieved.

Indeed, the driver and the person in the passenger seat were often the ones who got injured or killed in a car crash, while people in the backseat were most likely to survive.

Jared should have been alright since his driver survived.

At that thought, Amber was relieved with her heart feeling less heavy and painful.

Just one thing, why would Jared have passed out?

He was not the kind of man to collapse so easily.

The car only had plowed into a flowerbed, as Ben had said,

Ben should have been the one who bore the impact, but he didn't collapse, how could Jared on the rear seat do?

Amber squinted her eyes and wondered for a few seconds before she decided to let it go.

The most important thing then for her was to go check on Jared after all.

With that Amber pinched her palm, trying to calm herself down, rose to her feet, and walked towards the door stoically.

"Ben, which hospital are you heading for? I will be right there."

"We are going to Dr. Lansdale's hospital," answered Ben.

It was Primary Medical Center he was referring to.

Amber nodded, "OK, I'll be right there. Take good care of him. Call me if anything comes up."

"Sure. Miss Reed," said Ben.

Amber twitched her mouth with a groan as a response. She then put down her phone, hastily changed her clothes, and rushed to the hospital.

Her hands were holding onto the steering wheel grimly tight as she drove.

They were gripping so tight that whenever they were slightly shaking the car swayed dangerously from left to right. People in the cars around her all wound down their windows and shouted at her. Oblivious of all that, she fixed her eyes sternly on the road ahead, biting her bottom lip, while preoccupied with what could have happened to Jared.

Although Ben reassured her that Jared was fine by then, nobody could say for sure until he was checked by a doctor. She was still concerned.

So she would have to make it to the hospital and stay with him as quickly as she could.

Sometimes, however, things turned difficult as much as you wanted to get things done.

Little had she known that there was heavy traffic on the highway bridge until Amber reached there. Feeling distraught, she cried and slapped the steering wheel.

Meanwhile, Ben sent Jared to the hospital in time.

Coincidentally, Elias was on duty that night.

Elias was shocked at the sight of Jared on a gurney. "What happened?"

"We got into a car crash, and Mr. Farrell passed out. Please ask no more questions and take a look at Mr. Farrell right now. Come on." Ben pushed Elias towards the emergency room.

Elias frowned with a cold face. Apparently, he didn't like to be treated that way.

Not being the kind of doctor who aspired to save the lives of the whole world, he rejected operations he would have been capable of doing most of the time.

Many people had died for not being given the operation because he was such an inert and unsympathetic person.

He, however, had never felt any sense of guilt.

He was not capable of human emotions and feelings after all.

He brushed Ben off, straightened out his sleeves that had wrinkled, and said gruffly, "You should be glad that your boss is Amber Reed's man, otherwise there was no way that I would save him because of just what you just said, and I don't care who he is."

"You..." Ben did not know what to say before he felt furious.

Elias, however, turned around and marched towards the emergency room before Ben finished.

Ben swallowed his anger as he watched Elias going.

No matter what, he had to save Mr. Farrell anyway.

After tousling his hair, feeling distraught, Ben squatted down and texted Amber a message, telling her that Jared had been hospitalized.

It was Elias Lansdale who was treating him.

Amber's knitted eyebrows began to relax in a little relief as she saw the message.

Jared was in the hospital and was attended by Elias.

He was going to be all right with all that.

Amber cried, happily, as she pressed her phone against her chest and slightly raised her head, feeling relieved of the distraught, despaired, and helpless feelings from failing to make it to the hospital. Ben expressed his understanding as he read the reply saying she wouldn't be able to be with him immediately because of heavy traffic.

Traffic congestion was a daily thing in Olkmore City after all.

They themselves had run into heavy traffic on their way there and would have failed to arrive so soon if it wasn't for the assistance of the traffic police.

"Sir, your boss is checked in. So I may need to hear your account of the accident with this lady, just for the record," said a traffic police officer to Ben, pointing at a woman in a wheelchair. The officer was armed with pen and paper and a site enforcement recorder.

"All right," agreed Ben with a nod, giving a dirty look at the woman before he put away his phone, rubbed his face, and stood up.

Without showing any dissent, the woman whispered, "OK."

It didn't take long for the interrogation to finish for it was just an accident.

That came to the settlement.

"I will pay for all the medical expenses of that sir and take care of him until he is cured," said the woman facing towards the emergence room with her hands on the arms of the wheelchair.

It was obviously the best way to settle it.

But it only worked for ordinary people, not Jared Farrell.

"Our boss won't care about the money." With an expressionless face, Ben stared at the woman.

Somehow, he began to find the woman a little familiar.

But he had never seen that face.

Ben shook the thought off his mind, convincing himself that he was overthinking it, and recovered his grumpy frosty face. "My boss is the one who's injured. I have no right to decide anything for him, so we will have to wait until he is conscious. So just stay and don't even think about getting away."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐