Accident

Grace was hit by the car. Pain spread through her whole body.

Her vision blurred, and soon she lost consciousness. The car screeched to a halt. A tall, handsome man stepped out quickly.

He walked over to Grace, bent down, and lifted her in his arms in a bridal style. Without hesitation, he carried her to his car. After laying her gently on the back seat, he slid into the driver’s seat. His cold voice echoed as he made a call.

“Cancel my flight. Something came up. I won’t be going on this business trip.”

The man drove her straight to the hospital.

While unconscious, Grace drifted into a long dream of her childhood. Thirteen-year-old Grace stood in front of a huge mansion with her adoptive father, who had just brought her from the orphanage.

She smiled brightly at Mr. Adrian Wells. “It’s so big, Uncle,” she said with excitement.

The man gave her a soft smile. “From now on, call me Dad. I’ll introduce you to your mom and brother. I brought you here because your mom isn’t well. We lost our daughter, Emily, and she’s been in depression since then. I hope you’ll make her happy.”

Grace believed her father had adopted her out of love, to be their daughter because they had lost one.

Adrian took her inside. A woman was sitting in the living hall.

“Look, Lily, who is here,” Adrian said warmly.

The woman turned around, quickly stood up, and rushed toward Grace. She cupped Grace’s face with trembling hands, tears brimming in her eyes. “Adrian… she has the same eyes as our Emily,” she whispered in a choked voice.

Adrian nodded. “I adopted her. From now on, she’ll be our daughter.”

Lily hugged Grace tightly. “You are our daughter now. I’ll make your favorite strawberry cake for you.”

Grace didn’t like strawberry cake, but she stayed silent. She ate it quietly, thinking she would tell her new mother someday that she hated strawberries and loved chocolate instead. She had always wanted to eat chocolate cake baked by a mother. But that day never came.

Her adoptive mother always made strawberry cake. It wasn’t just the cake—Grace also disliked pink dresses and never enjoyed playing piano. Once, she even tried to tell Adrian Wells about it.

But he only said coldly, “These were Emily’s favorite things to do.”

That was when Grace realized the truth. She wasn’t adopted to be the Wells family’s daughter. She was adopted to be a substitute for their lost Emily.

Grace woke up from her dream with a start. She was lying in a hospital room, her head aching painfully.

A doctor entered and hurried to her side, helping her sit up. “How are you feeling now?” he asked gently.

“I… I feel pain in my head,” Grace replied in confusion.

The doctor checked her vitals and said, “You have a head injury. It’s normal to feel pain. Don’t worry, you’ll recover soon.”

Grace was puzzled at first, but then the memories returned. She had broken up with Lucas and drunk too much.

After that, she had thought about ending her life and stepped into the road.

“So… I tried to take my own life while drunk,” she thought bitterly.

She looked at the doctor. “Doctor, who brought me here?”

The doctor shook his head. “I wasn’t on duty last night, so I don’t know the details. But I heard you were hit by a rich man’s car. His driver was the one behind the wheel. They say that rich man scolded his driver harshly because of hitting someone by his expensive car.

Grace said slowly " it's not that driver's fault. I was the one who was at fault. "

After hearing this the doctor shook his head pitifully" you should be careful while walking on the road. That driver is really kind, he might lose his job because of you but still he brought you to hospital."

Guilt pricked Grace’s heart. She had never thought her reckless act could cost someone their livelihood.

“Where is that driver? Can I meet him?” she asked softly.

While adjusting her IV drip, the doctor replied, “He must be outside. I’ll inform him that you’re awake.”

After finishing his checks, the doctor left the room.

Just then, a colleague approached him in the hallway. “What are you doing here? Come on, let’s go see the drama. Remember the girl who was hit by a rich man’s car last night? People are saying she’s his mistress. They claim she tried to kill herself in front of his car just to take revenge. That poor driver is innocent.Now her family is creating a huge scene in the hospital. Let’s go and watch.”

The first doctor frowned. “But isn’t that the girl I just came from checking?”

His colleague tapped his shoulder. “No, idiot. The girl you checked was the one hit by CEO Ethan Marino’s car—the head of the Marino family himself.”

Without waiting, his colleague grabbed his arm and dragged him off to see the commotion. The doctor left will his colleague without knowing he just caused a misunderstanding.