Hospital.
VIP supreme hospital ward.
Ella Lacey is still wrapped tightly in white bandages, like a snow-stuffed glutinous rice.
The curtains are also drawn tight, blocking out the wind.
The entire room's light is dim and dreary.
Only that small lamp by the bed casts a faint glow.
She opened her bright eyes, staring at the ceiling, and for some reason, a scene suddenly sprang into her mind—
Yolanda Bardot, at the moment the car hit the tree, pressed the accelerator hard again, causing the car to crash through the tree and flip over into the field...
...
This kind of scene.
It has been popping up every now and then these days.
Leaving her completely bewildered.
Is it a natural instinct telling her that Yolanda did it on purpose?
If that's true, then it's too ironic, she even used her own body to shield her...
...
Of course.
Ella Lacey doesn't believe in such illusions, just thinking it's a short-circuit in her brain.
"Pa——"
A soft sound.
