Degrassi Accidents Will Happen Novels & Stories

"Who did you hear it from?" Debbie opened her mouth again, but before she could say anything else, her maid, Gisselle, subtly grabbed her shoulder. Debbie paused, her expression shifting—thinking harder now. "Well... no one was hurt," Debbie said finally. "That's why I said it probably wasn't that bad." "Yeah, there's logic to that," I said casually, still watching her. "I could've died, though. Maybe I was just lucky. The crane could've crashed. The Roth gang could've gotten to me without any witnesses."

Chapter 562 He Seemed to Have Lost His Soul "At 9:17 this evening, an accident was reported at the exit of the local north-south Expressway. A Rolls-Royce committed a serious traffic violation and collided with a truck at a red light. Four people got seriously hurt in the car accident and now they have been sent to hospital for treatment. This is our reporter reporting..." Anna and Ethan rushed out of the press conference to find Gemma. Meanwhile, a car accident was broadcast on the big screen behind them.

I was impatient to see Alexander, especially since he had been asking about me. "Not so fast, Yvonne. You haven't told us why it took you so long to get here," Grace pointed out, her expression serious. I realized then that I had completely forgotten to mention the near-accident earlier that evening and how Drake's car had been crushed. "You wouldn't believe it if I told you that I almost got into an accident," I began, recounting the harrowing experience. “Oh my God! I had this sinking feeling that something was wrong, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it,” Grace lamented, her expression filled with concern.

“Wait a minute, you told me earlier that a crime took place here. Isn't it all just an accident?” “Once you have aggravated a person's life, we automatically call it a crime. In addition, the suspect hit-and-run on the Desepeda's family. The driver of the truck that crashed earlier in car is currently missing. Your laws, and not only that, even the one who ran into your fiancée also escaped. Now, Mr. Carlos. Are what happened here today still an accident for you?” Its front drone with its shoulders erect. I could barely speak to him and just focused my gaze in the other direction, where the car of the Desepeda couple crashed.

We’ve never been people. “Please tell me your parents died of a real accident and not brake failure,” Greta adds in afterthought, and I turn to her with a sad frown at the mention of them, knowing why her brain has gone there. I exhale with the weight of all of this. “It was a genuine accident. A tragic pile-up when a truck Jack knifed on a snowy night. My parents and many others lost their lives on that highway. My father-in-law saw my dad as his brother, and he never recovered at all from his death, so I know it’s not suspicious.”

She still can't fathom what really happened to her and Amanda Montserrat. What she can only remember about the accident was she and Amanda Montserrat and the rest of the Etoile Cosmetics employee are at the company retreat. She was experiencing a severe migraine, so she decided to go out and look for a pharmacy so that she can buy a painkiller medicine. She was walking on the streets, and she didn't realize that she's in the middle of ongoing building construction, and the next thing she knew, she felt this unbearable pain at the back of her head, as she was hit by one of the falling debris.

It is better to play on the safe side of things. We went through her other two patients. One was waiting on their x-ray report and the other was waiting to be admitted. I could handle that. I went back to the desk as the girls left. I was stuck with Megan again. Thank heavens this is my last night shift. Since the night I had an issue she hasn’t left me alone much. Or she still went off to fuck any man under the age of fifty. She just made sure I had Meathead or Bull with me. Wasn’t that nice of her? Note major sarcasm. The night was fairly slow up until dinner. After dinner is when all hell broke loose. We had a three-car accident with injuries varying from minor to serious. It is a bless

I emphasized the critical new directive, the one that made my own blood run cold: "Team one’s top priority, above everything else, is to investigate the death of my grandmother." Pascal’s pen stopped moving. Nova, sitting beside me, squeezed my hand under the table, recognizing the magnitude of the demand. "Boss, we all know it was an accident," he said carefully. "A freak thing. A massive stone statue fell from a faulty crane at her private equestrian estate. "The police called it a tragic industrial accident," he said.

He had a glass perched on the bridge of his round nose, and he peered at the clipboard with him. "Deirdre Ferrari," He said. I was tempted to say it was Deirdre O'Sullivan, but I doubted there was a need for that. Matteo must have told him I was a Ferrari. "I am," I murmured. "You came down with the ViraGrip, and it's a good thing your husband got you here on time before it could get any worse. We've had a number of casualties the few days it happened." The doctor said. "ViraGrip?" I murmured. It was my first time hearing such. And it sounded like some deadly epidemic.