It was raining heavily on that day. Yohan and I were on the highway. Someone called him, and I could hear the voice on the other end clearly.
“A group of debt collectors are heading to the Walker residence to cause trouble. They’re going after Ms. Walker now.”
Yohan turned and glanced at me. I knew he wasn’t asking for my permission—he was informing me that he would be heading to the Walker residence to look for Emily.
We were currently heading in the opposite direction of the Walker residence.
I softly said, “Just drop me at the service area up ahead. I’ll take a taxi back on my own.”
Even though I quickly opened my umbrella, I was still soaked through as soon as I got out of the car. The black Bentley sped past, splashing water all over me.
It seemed ironic that our expired relationship was met with a rainy day.
The old taxi I happened to be in started to skid on the highway. The moment the car lost control, a chill ran through me and I quickly buckled my seatbelt.
My heart was racing, and my mind went blank. With a loud crash, my head slammed into the car window from the violent impact.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. I couldn’t help but recall past moments of my life, but all I could think of were memories tied to Yohan.
When I was 10, my parents took out a loan to purchase a villa in the most exclusive neighborhood in Jyndale—and that was when I met Yohan.
My parents told me that he was the heir to the Palmers in Jyndale. They warned me to be extra careful and make sure to get on his good side.
Yohan was very good-looking, and I was happy to spend time with him. I ended up trailing behind him for seven years.
