Chapter 59
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Calista couldn’t help but wonder if it was the Marchand family’s or Lucien’s idea to have her come here just to be humiliated by Ophelia?
But then again, it didn’t really matter anymore.
Calista wandered forward absentmindedly. Just as she was lost in thought, a tall figure outside caught her eye.
At first, she just noticed how tall the man was. But as he walked closer, Calista felt blood rush up to her head, and a sharp ring filled her ears.
The man was dressed in a black suit. As he strolled through the light autumn rain, he exuded a cold, chilling air.
Calista’s heart clenched in pain. It felt as if a knife had been driven straight through her chest, slicing her heart into pieces.
She clutched her head tightly. The pain coursing through her body was driving her insane. It had just been a fleeting moment, yet it was enough to cause her such agonizing pain.
Only when the pain reached its peak did she suddenly remember where she had seen his face before.
It had also been raining that day, and he was the man in the truck who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
“There are two people in there!”
Ever since her miscarriage, Calista’s body had instinctively blocked out that part of her memory. All she could remember was a black cargo truck crashing toward her. As for how many people were in the truck, or what the driver looked like, she had no recollection at all.
But after the shock she had just experienced, her memories suddenly came rushing back.
There were two people in the truck that day, and one of them looked exactly like that man from just now. Just like today, the sky had been overcast, and rain had fallen steadily. It even carried thes same stifling sense of helplessness.
She was sure she wasn’t mistaken. But by the time she came back to her senses, that man was already long gone.
At that moment, Calista seemed as if she had completely lost her mind, barging recklessly into the hospital lobby.
She frantically searched for the man in the crowd. Her fists were clenched tight, and only one thought ran through her head. She had to seek justice for her unborn child.
But in the end, the man was nowhere to be found. Just then, Ophelia’s sharp scream rang out from beyond the wall.
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Only then did Calista snap out of her trance. In that moment of clarity, she realized that her back was drenched in cold sweat. At this point, Calista could no longer tell what was real and what wasn’t.
It was a slap that fully brought her back to reality.
When Calista finally came to her senses, she realized that Ophelia, who was immobile in her wheelchair, had fallen into the lower flowerbed nearby.
When Astrid saw what had happened, she was heartbroken and immediately slapped Calista across the face.
Ten minutes later, they finally made it back to the ward.
The doctors did a full checkup on Ophelia and confirmed that she was fine. As for the small bruise on her face, they reassured her that it wouldn’t leave a scar.
However, the incident was enough to leave Ophelia seething with rage.
“Calista, is this your way of getting revenge on me?” Just as she spoke, another figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.
“How are you doing?” Lucien asked as he walked over to Ophelia’s side. He didn’t seem to notice Calista standing behind her.
The minute Ophelia saw Lucien, it was as if she had found a lifeline. She clung to him desperately. Her helpless and vulnerable demeanor was enough to stir anyone’s heart.
