Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

Chapter 855 851: Accident or Conspiracy? (3)

"You silly girl."

Charles Colson chuckled dotingly.

"Charles, I've eaten enough. I'm heading out now. I'll drive carefully, okay?" Camila Ruiz ate quickly, probably because she often gets up late; she's learned to eat breakfast in the shortest time possible and developed such speed.

She started eating after Charles, but she finished while he was only halfway done.

Placing her knife and fork down, she grabbed her handbag, and while searching for her car keys, she got up and walked out of the restaurant. Her concerned mumblings drifted into Charles's ear, making him feel sweet inside. Even though he knew her concern was nothing extraordinary, he was still very happy.

"Be extra careful when you're driving."

Charles reminded her.

"Got it."

Camila's voice echoed from outside.

"That was quick."

Charles shook his head with a laugh.

It was Camila's first time driving to work.

If Jimmy Horne hadn't come back and been so domineering, she wouldn't be driving to work.

She dislikes being told she's showing off, even if she has every reason to do so. Many assistant-level employees at the office take the bus, yet she drives a luxury Crown costing tens of thousands of dollars to work. Her monthly salary isn't enough to cover the fuel costs, but isn't this because she comes from a privileged background?

It was rush hour, and the roads were packed with traffic and bustling cars; everyone was eager to reach their company quickly.

Camila kept checking the time and accelerating, just shy of speeding.

From a distance, she saw the 68-story office building of Valence Group and started to slow down, realizing she wouldn't be late.

Who knew that just as she turned the corner on the road in front of Valence Group, she almost hit a young woman. That woman seemed lost in thought, slightly dazed; she walked into the way herself, and it was only after Camila's emergency braking that a car accident was avoided.

The woman wasn't hurt, but the sudden incident seemed to snap her back to reality; she was so shocked she fell sitting on the ground.

Camila quickly got out of her car, walked briskly to the woman, and crouched down to ask with concern, "Miss, are you alright?"

The woman looked up, and Camila couldn't help but sigh. What a beauty.

The woman before her looked slightly older than Camila, perhaps around 25 or 26. She was petite, with exquisitely delicate features that seemed crafted with unparalleled skill. Florence Ford was remarkably beautiful, but she had her shortcomings, whereas this woman was flawless, without any defects. Florence Ford gave a cold, stunning impression, but this woman appeared fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Not only did she look frail, but her demeanor was also delicate.

Upon hearing Camila's question, she shook her head.

Camila helped her up, kindly brushing off the dust on her clothes.

The woman wore a purple short-sleeved T-shirt and beige trousers, dressed very naturally. She also had long, slightly messy hair, as if she hadn't groomed it since waking up.

"Miss, are you sure you're okay?" Camila asked again, worried.

Her car hadn't hit this woman, but she had indeed frightened her.

The woman still shook her head.

She gently pushed away Camila's supporting hand and silently walked forward.

After a few steps, she suddenly bent down, squatting back on the ground. Her right hand tightly clutched her abdomen, her face looking somewhat pale.

Seeing her like this, Camila rushed forward to help her up again, asking with concern, "Miss, what's wrong?"

The woman merely held her abdomen, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, making Camila realize she'd been hit hard by something.

Following the woman's gesture, Camila looked down, surprised to see some bloodstains on the woman's lower body. She exclaimed, "Miss, you're bleeding."

"My stomach hurts..." The woman finally spoke, suddenly gripping Camila's hand tightly, pleading tearfully, "My child..."

Child?

Oh my heavens!

The woman was pregnant.

Camila grew tense; pregnant women fear falling most, and she had scared this woman into falling, likely disturbing the fetus.

Camila couldn't worry about much else, immediately helping the woman into her car. She quickly slipped back inside, turned the car around, and headed toward Valence Group's hospital.

As she drove fast, she continuously comforted the woman, saying, "Miss, you must hold on. It's alright; I'm taking you to the best hospital. Your child will be fine."

The woman's complexion turned paler; she didn't respond to Camila anymore, just sat in the back seat, looking helplessly at Camila.

Soon, Camila arrived at the hospital affiliated with Valence Group. Most of the doctors and nurses there knew her, as she was rumored to be the fiancée of the Horne family's crown prince.

"Please, save her child!" Camila pleaded anxiously with an Obstetrician.

"Miss Camila, don't worry, we'll do our best."

The woman was exhibiting signs of miscarriage, but Camila arrived in time, and the child was temporarily saved. However, the doctor mentioned the pregnant woman's mood was poor, her body weak, and that careful care was essential for a safe delivery. They also advised the pregnant woman to supplement nutrition.

After completing the admission procedures, Camila sat on the edge of the hospital bed, looking at the woman lying there receiving IV drip. Knowing the child was safe, with the drip relieving her pain, and her complexion no longer so pale.

"Thank you." She sincerely thanked Camila.

Camila smiled, tidying her hair. Her action seemed to catch the woman off guard, with a flash of apology in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, unnoticed by Camila.

"No need to thank me; it's my responsibility. I nearly caused you to miscarry."

"By the way, what's your name? Do you have any family I can notify? I'll cover your hospital expenses; it's my responsibility too." Camila asked.

"My name is Crystal Sanders. I'm an orphan, adopted by an older brother."

The woman answered simply.

At that moment, her phone rang.

It was Ivan Horne calling.

"Camila, where are you now? What happened? People from the Security Department said you almost hit someone, what's the situation now? Are you at the Police Station or the hospital?"

"Brother Ivan, it's alright, I'm at the hospital."

"Which hospital?"

"Ours, affiliated with the Group."