NovelReadingChapter 736 Dillon's words were gentle, but the reality was clear to everyone - things were looking bleak. After hanging up the call, Casper felt like his very soul had been ripped away, leaving him slumped against his seat, his eyes still wet with tears, glaringly red. The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but sigh quietly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe car sped along, filled with a sense of dread. The scene they arrived at was a nightmare, enough to shake anyone to their core. Crystal Clear's executive car was a wreck, and a few other cars were overturned on the roadside, adding to the chaos. Blood mixed with rainwater, creating winding streams on the asphalt, while the air was thick with the metallic tang of rust and the suffocating scent of despair.
Casper, with eyes bloodshot, felt as though each step he took was dragging him deeper into an abyss. The rescue was still ongoing. Dillon braved the rain, jogging over to him. "Mr. Casper, the executive car is in pretty bad shape. We'll need a crane to move the boulder before we can see inside." "Is she... really in there?" His voice was filled with despair, his legs barely holding him up. Dillon stepped in quickly to steady him. "It seems so." "I... I need to see her," Casper said, his determination unwavering, even if it was to be their last meeting, even if she was unrecognizable.
The scene was gruesome. Those caught in the accident were still trapped, their bodies mangled. Dillon worried Casper wouldn't be able to handle it. He gripped Casper's arm firmly. "Mr. Casper, maybe it's better not to look." The storm's fury rendered their umbrella useless, drenching them both. Dillon could see Casper's pain, his fingers tightening on his arm. "Mr. Casper, the rescue team is doing everything they can. Maybe we should wait a bit longer." Casper's eyes were vacant, teetering on the brink of collapse. "Wait for what?" His voice cracked as he turned away, shaking off Dillon's grip. "Wait to collect her body?" Dillon had no words. He looked down, unable to meet Casper's eyes. "Mr. Casper,..." "She must be so scared. I need to be with her." Dillon wanted to say something, but realized that words were pointless. He knew too well the pain of losing someone you love. "Then I'll go with you." Beside the crushed car was a small basket filled with items flung from the wreck. Dillon jogged over, spotting several shattered phones lying helplessly, rain pouring down on them. Eliza's phone was easy to recognize with its custom case featuring Brock and Brett's faces. He gently picked it up, wiped it clean, and handed it to Casper. "Mr. Casper, this is your wife's phone." The phone felt ice-cold in his hand, sending a chill through him. Casper lowered his eyes to the broken screen, which flashed a picture of Brock and Brett. Despair and sorrow overwhelmed him. Losing his last shred of hope, he collapsed to his knees in the rain, clutching the phone and finally letting his grief pour out in loud, heart- wrenching cries.
The accident site was chaotic and heavy with tension, cordoned off by police lines
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmto keep people at bay. Casper was eventually taken back to the car and m then to a nearby hotel to wait for • wearby official hews. He sat by the window, his body rigid, his gaze hollow. Dillon had to call his nseveral times before he responded. "Mr. Casper, you need to eat something."
His eyes were sunken, everything feeling like a bad dream. Just yesterday, she was snuggled in his arms, chatting about her hopes for the Crystal Clear product launch. How could today be so different? He slowly closed his eyes, tears soaking hiš lashes and trailing down his cheeks. The pain was excruciating, like his heart had been ripped out.
"You guys go ahead and eat," he murmured, his weary eyes fixed on the pounding vain outside the window...
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