Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 179 Car Accident

"Look at the options you had — Bentley, Lamborghini, or Ferrari. Any one of these is better than the

one you have picked. Where's your taste?" Zed sneered.

"Uh huh. All the cars you named are truly fancy and extravagant, but they don't fit me. Do you think it is

appropriate for me, a normal white collar, to drive such a fancy car?" Standing with her hands on her

hips, Jean asked back helplessly.

With his handsome face scrunched up in the harsh sunlight, Zed said, "I'd be surprised if there is

anyone who doesn't know that you are Zed's wife in the whole H City? A fancy car perfectly suits your

image."

"I am a regular person with a 9x5 job. I should act like one. Forget it. I should just stop talking to you, or

I'll be late for work." Clutching her tan brown leather tote, Jean opened the door and got into the car.

His lips were dry and Zed felt unsure of what Jean was up to. He unwillingly saw Jean drive the car

steadily out of the garage.

Anyway, Zed felt that the car didn't match her.

He furrowed his eyebrows, took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

Jean drove her shipshape Chevrolet out of the front door and put on a determined face.

She thought, 'Jean, you did well.

The first step is to be independent and get rid of any dependence on Zed.

The second step is to alienate him and gradually get away from here.

You must believe in yourself that you can do it. It will happen but it will take time. There is no rush.'

The traffic was just about to hit the roads but Jean had just left the drive way and was about to take a

traffic-heavy road. Lost in thoughts, Jean put on a firm expression, clutched her fist and encouraged

herself.

Suddenly out of the blue, a man appeared at the intersection ahead.

The Chevrolet zoomed at a steady pace. By the time only a fifty-meter distance was left between the

car and the man, Jean noticed what was about to happen.

Seized by panic, she hastily stepped on the brake.

The car leapt ahead with greater speed. With her hands clammy and heart in her mouth, she realized

that her foot was on the accelerator and not the brake.

Twenty-meters was left between them. Jean sucked a deep breath in and stepped hard on the brake,

with her eyes closed nervously.

"Screech..." The screech of the tire rubbing the ground echoed in Jean's ears that were throbbing with

excitement. Her heart was pounding rapidly.

Breathing rapidly, Jean was a bundle of nerves and was shivering.

By the time the car screeched, there was hardly any distance, possibly a few meters were left.

'What happened to the man?

Why was there no sound?

Was he really hit by me?'

A petrified Jean was even more anxious now. She shuddered harder at what had just happened.

Minutes passed. It was still dead silent outside.

Her hazel brown eyes were still shut. To calm herself down, Jean counted till three and opened her

eyes. She opened the door with trembling hands.

A hand soaked in blood reached out towards her. Jean jumped out of her skin with fear.

"Ah..."

Jean screamed and was too scared to even look at it. Her face was ashen white and she was

dumbstruck by what was in front of her.

"I haven't died... What are you screaming for? Call the ambulance. Or you would have to... collect my

dead body." A man said in a feeble voice. Jean was in disbelief about what had happened. Her

shivering body stood there rooted to the spot.

As the voice was getting softer and softer, Jean summoned up the courage to open her eyes.

A twenty-something man with his face oozing blood lay twisted in pain by the Chevy's door. His small

innocent eyes begged her to do something before it was too late.

"Hey... Don't die." Jean's heart was aflutter in terror. She forced herself to stop thinking of all the wrong

outcomes and got out of the car. Crouched down by the young man's side, she reached her dainty

fingers in front of his mouth to check whether he was still breathing.

He was.

Jean sighed with relief. She took out her phone and dialed 911. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

After the call, a gush of remorse, pain and fright surged in her veins. She sat down by his side feebly,

looking at the blood all over his face. There didn't seem to be an end to the bleeding. It was oozing

from his body endlessly. Jean forced herself to stay calm and arrest the sense of foreboding she felt at

the moment.

Inexperienced, Jean tried covering his wounds with her hands to stop the blood loss. In a matter of

minutes, she was bloody up to her elbows. The eye-pricking red was now a part of her white shit.

Her welled up eyes couldn't contain her emotion anymore. Jean began crying hysterically for it was the

first time, she had realized how fragile human lives can be.

"You hold on..."

Jean looked into those tiny eyes that belonged to the man she didn't know.

He moved his shut eyes, as if he had heard Jean's words.

The ambulance arrived soon after. The medical workers quickly shifted him onto the stretcher and into

the vehicle.

At the sight of the doctors, Jean's fear slightly subsided.

They meant hope to her. All bloody and covered in tears, Jean wiped her pretty face and came along in

the ambulance that belonged to the biggest hospital in H City.

"Mr. Zed, Mrs. Jean had a car accident."

The colour drained from Zed's face as he heard the news about Jean. The call had interrupted a very

important meeting he was in but still, when the phone rang, he didn't think once before picking up the

number that flashed on his device.

In a flash, Zed stood up from his chair, and anxiously asked, "Is she okay? Was she hurt badly? Where

is she now?"

Zed bombarded the voice on the other lines with these questions as he felt his spine tingle in fear.

"Mr. Zed, Mrs. Jean is all right. Her car hit a man." The man on the other side of the phone explained.

"Toby Yi, what's wrong with you? Why couldn't you say this first?" Zed was secretly relieved, but

sounded Toby off.

"Sorry, sir." Toby knew it wasn't his fault. Mr. Zed had interrupted him before he could complete his

piece of information. But now he was in the wrong.

He knew Mr. Zed's temper. If he was concerned about something, he lost his senses.

Since the very day he was commissioned to protect Mrs. Jean, Toby knew that Mr. Zed cared for her

safety more than his.

So, he understood Mr. Zed's behavior.

"You stay there. I'll come soon." Then, Zed strode outside, leaving people in confusion, looking at each

other in the meeting room.

Frantically, climbing up the stairs of the hospital, Zed anxiously ran to the emergency ward.

Jean had never encountered such a situation. He thought she must be at an utter loss for she had

never hurt a fly let alone a man. Zed kept on thinking about the level of fear and anxiety she must be

going through.

'Jean, don't worry. I'm coming.'

When Zed hurried to the door of the surgery room, Jean was there, agitated. She was surrounded by

several policemen, arguing.

"As I have said, after I make sure that the man inside is okay, I'll come to the police station to give my

statement. I will take complete responsibility for my mistake." Jean's face was white, but she stood

straight and uttered these words in a firm tone.

"We are just following the procedure. Why are you making it difficult for us? How about this…. You

come to the police station with us first. If there's any update from the hospital, we'll tell you then and

there." A striking policeman with a chocolate brown complexion reasoned with Jean.

"Come with you..." An upset Jean lowered her head. She knew that if she went away, she would never

see the man inside again.

This wasn't her being sentimental. It was because of her that the man inside was having a surgery,

though the outcome was unknown.

Pangs of conscience tugged at her as the scene of him lying feebly under her feet cropped up in her

thoughts again.