Chapter 1441


    Georgia stared through the car window at the grievously injured Hertha, her eyes brimming with


    malice. Her chest heaved with rage, the tidal waves of loathing for Hertha etched deep upon her


    face.


    The blood seeping from Hertha''s forehead mingled with her hair, dyeing it a dark crimson. Georgia


    felt not an ounce of pity. As she looked upon Hertha''s condition, a wicked thought sparked in her


    mind.


    What if Hertha never received medical attention and just died? Surely, Georgia couldn''t be med.


    It was Hertha who rear-ended her car. All she did was fail to call the cops or an ambnce in time.


    Even if Hertha died, nobody could pin it on Georgia.


    With that thought, Georgia''s heartbeat quickened, her breath grew rapid and her gaze upon Hertha


    turned venomous.


    If Hertha were to die, there would no longer be this woman in the world, and ric would have to let


    go no matter how much he yearned.


    Without Hertha, ric''s life and heart would belong to Georgia!


    The more she thought about it, the more fiercely Georgia''s heart pounded, her eyes glinting with


    spite, her soul teetering on the brink of good and evil.


    At this moment, every fiber of her being was steeped in malevolence.


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    She had just been on the phone with her mother, venting her frustrations, begging her to find a way


    to convince ric not to call off the engagement and to marry her sooner rather thanter.


    But her mother was powerless in this situation, fretting helplessly without a solution in sight.


    For the first time, Georgia felt the crushing sense of helplessness that came from desperately


    wanting someone she couldn’t have.


    And now, as if by divine intervention, fate had handed her a chance to turn her impotence into


    power. After all, it was Hertha who crashed into her car. If she died, it would have nothing to do with


    Georgia.


    "Beep beep..." The ring horns from the cars behind grew incessant since Hertha and Georgia''s


    ident had caused a traffic jam at the intersection.


    Georgia heard the mor but remained indifferent, her expression a sinister mask as she watched


    the bleeding Hertha trapped in the car.


    She didn''t move, nor did she make a call. She was purposely stalling for time.


    Even if the crash wouldn''t im Hertha''s life, the continuous bleeding could, if left unattended for


    too long.


    "Hey,dy, if you''ve had a crash, at least pull your car to the side," someone from the line of


    impatient drivers called out as they stepped out of their vehicle.


    Sensing someone approaching, Georgia quickly masked her malevolent gaze, feigning panic and


    fear as she stammered to the approaching driver, "Sir, it''s her fault. She rear-ended me, and now


    she''s hurt. I have no idea what to do now. I''m so scared, I’m just... I’m just frozen."


    Her im of being "frozen" was a flimsy excuse for not calling for help, a way to avert potential


    me.


    The driver nced inside and saw the other driver slumped over the steering wheel, head


    wounded, hair matted with blood.


    "Quick, call the cops and get an ambnce, for heaven''s sake! If you don''t hurry, she might die!"


    The driver urgently eximed upon assessing the situation.


    Feigning near tears, Georgia pleaded, "Sir, please don''t scare me. This is my first time dealing with


    something like this. I don''t know the number for the police or ambnce, what do I do, what do I


    do..."