Chapter 2
The pain was overwhelming, and her heart ached profoundly. Despite that, Jameson did not move to her. He lowered his gaze and got into the waiting car.
The black sedan swiftly merged into traffic. In just a few seconds, Marion could not see Jameson’s car anymore. Under the dim yellow streetlights, the blood-stained white wedding gown appeared excessively vivid in its crimson hue.
Bernadette stood on the side, her face drained of color, too frightened to move Marion, afraid of causing her further harm.
“Marion, don’t be afraid. I’ll call an ambulance right away!”
Her attention was focused solely on Marion despite just having watched her son leave the wedding venue.
Richard hurried over, his face pale. His voice trembled as he spoke, “Marion, how are you?”
He did not dare touch his daughter. The urgency had reddened his eyes.
Marion reached up and grasped her father’s arm. The piercing pain in her lower legs had turned her face to paper. She looked at him, her eyes could not hold back the tears. “Dad, it hurts so much—”
much pain, in her legs and her
his daughter cry this way. He would
afraid. Dad
cautiously approached and embraced her, but she could no longer keep her eyes open. “Dad,” she
had been seriously injured. It took the doctors over eight hours in the operating theater and a few more in the intensive care unit before she was transferred to the
within the next forty-eight hours,
to raise his precious daughter on his own. Today was supposed to be
no longer stand their
to the hospital doors, leaving only Marion’s
bridesmaids, had been in the inner hall during the wedding. By the
could not comprehend how a well-planned wedding had turned into this. What
Jameson not have a
Cartier drove Bernadette and Joseph Royce out of the hospital building. As they watched his retreating figure, Joseph could not hold back any
Jameson’s behavior tonight, Marion would not