Chapter 67 Car ident


    "It''s up to you. If you could perhaps think of a better idea, then I am more than happy to oblige," said


    Rachel, pursing her lips.


    If he would just make Celine pregnant, that would put a full stop to their wedding. Anything that would


    make their separation quicker was fine by her.


    As far as she was concerned, he could do as he pleased. He was free to cross all the limits.


    "Okay," Jack nodded.


    Rachel held Mendes in her arms and got out of the car. While carrying him, she realized he was quite a


    fat boy.


    As soon as she stepped out of the car, she was ovee by fatigue. Pleadingly, she looked at the boy


    and asked, "Mendes, can you walk please?"


    "Okay," he replied obediently.


    Jack drove the car slowly backward, turned around and drove away. Mendes blinked and withdrew his


    sight from Jack''s car. His gaze was now on Rachel. With utter confusion, he asked, "Rachel, are you


    getting divorced with that uncle?"


    Rachel was surprised. She smiled and poked his little face. "Yes."


    But Mendes seemed a little perturbed by her answer. "What about your baby? Don''t you want it?"


    "My baby?" Rachel was embarrassed. "We don''t have a baby."


    "You don''t have a baby? Where is the baby then?"


    She didn''t expect this kid to be so curious. Even though he was a child, there was something adult-like


    about his queries. Rachel couldn''t tell him the truth. Hence she wracked her mind for a lie to cover it


    up. "It hasn''te yet," she said, not meeting Mendes'' eyes.


    Right when Rachel was consumed in this awkward situation, Lea came and began to wave her hands


    in order to catch Rachel''s attention. Leaving the taxi, she was now striding towards them. Rachel let


    out a sigh of relief, knowing she wouldn''t have to fill Mendes with more lies.


    Jack was very serious about what he said and was still contemting it. After all, it seemed like the


    only way to get rid of the tangle they were in.


    In the beginning, his intention was to get a divorce in a simpler way.


    There was no point in making unnecessary trouble. He didn''t want to be with Rachel for another year.


    If there was anyone Jack respected, then it was his father. He would do nothing that would bring


    disappointment on his face. So he tried his best to do what his father asked him to do.


    As for the requirement he mentioned, Jack could not ept it.


    In their opinion, the reason why he opposed to the idea was because of Celine. But Jack didn''t think


    so.


    Subconsciously, the first emotion he felt was awkwardness when his father asked him to live with


    Rachel. The whole thing sounded absurd.


    He had been a yboy and was seldom bothered by women. But this time, for the first time, a woman


    made him embarrassed.


    The more Jack thought about it, the funnier it felt. The mockery on his face didn''tst long and the


    dream he hadst night shed through his mind.


    Suddenly, Jack heard a shrill whistling sound. An oing Jeep passed him. He turned the steering


    wheel quickly, returning from his reverie. With his eyes wide open, he kicked on the brakes.


    He had a narrow escape from the Jeep. The front part of the car turned into a green belt. All of a


    sudden, it crashed into a pir. With a loud thud, the engine began to give out smoke.


    The car lost control and skidded sideways, stepping on the green belt.


    The windshield was broken into a spider web as the car jolted dramatically. The airbag popped out from


    the car and protected his head.


    Jack was still in a state of shock. All of a sudden, something sticky and warm dropped down along the


    corner of his eye from his forehead.


    The passers-by and cars stopped one after another. All of them were trying to decipher how brutally


    hurt he was.


    Michael and Marcus rushed to the hospital as soon as they received the message from Jack. After


    inquiring from the receptionist, they were given Jack''s ward number. He was sitting with a bandage


    wrapped on his forehead.


    Jack was okay now but had three stitches on his forehead. However, his car was in a rough condition


    and had to be repaired.


    The doctor advised him to sit in a wheelchair as his ankle was a little twisted.


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    But the doctor''s suggestion was refused by Jack immediately. He''d rather cut his feet than sit in a


    wheelchair. The idea sounded ridiculous!


    But after the sprain, it was very inconvenient for him to walk. With every move he took, a piercing pain


    entered his leg.


    So he took his phone and rang Michael, asking him toe over. Marcus was with Michael at that


    time, so he came along.


    "How did this happen?"


    "Car ident," Jack replied without bothering to exin.


    "Buddy, a car ident but how?" Unintentionally, Michael looked him up and down and breathed a sigh


    of relief.


    Then, he patted on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Thank God, you''re all right. I am d you are


    still alive."


    Not in the mood to talk to him, Jack rolled his eyes at him.


    Marcus was more conscientious. He frowned and asked worriedly, "Are you okay now? Is there any


    other injury?"


    "No." There was no other injury on his body except for the wound on his forehead and the sprained


    feet.


    He came out of the car with the help of the traffic police. As he dragged himself out of the car, his


    forehead bled profusely.


    The driver who had almost bumped into him was still in a state of shock. The tissue which Jack had


    grabbed to stop the bleeding had turned ck. The sight inspired fear in everyone''s heart. People were


    whispering amongst themselves, trying to understand the gravity of his condition.


    Luckily, he was able to calmlymunicate with the traffic police and describe the ident to him.


    If someone saw, they would have assumed the Jeep driver had been the injured one.


    He was trembling so much that it was hard for people to decipher what he was saying. In between, he


    nearly fainted.


    Looking at Jack''s wound, he stuttered, "A-are you all right? You are bleeding profusely. Does it hurt?"


    Jack was already impatient, these questions put him in a sour mood. In the mirror, he nced at his


    own wound.


    Indeed it was bleeding, but he felt no pain at that moment. However, the sight was quite daunting.


    Internally, he was as shocked as everyone else. But he was very good at hiding his true emotions. He


    shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal.


    The more scared he felt, the calmer he pretended. As soon as he got in the ambnce and arrived at


    the hospital, he found that his legs were nearly numb.


    Now he was thinking back about the car''s condition. He had to admit that what Michael said was right.


    It was a miracle to be still alive. If he wasn''t lucky, he would have been squashed like the car.


    ''I could have been bedridden forever!'' he thought and creases of a frown appeared on his face.


    And now having these two with him made him happy. He said calmly, "My feet hurts. Give me a hand


    since I need support."


    Even though physically he wasn''t badly injured, his mental health had been harmed. He felt powerless


    in his heart. The fear that had crept into his heart while the car collided was still lingering in his mind.


    For a moment, Jack thought he was going to die there.


    When he said so, both of them stretched out their hands to hold him. After a pause, Jack epted their


    help to walk to the elevator. It was much better than sitting in a wheelchair.


    Knowing it wasn''t easy for him to walk fast, they both walked at a snail''s pace.


    Michael frowned seeing how badly Jack was wincing. "What happened? Both your legs were hurt?"


    "I sprained my left foot. It is no big deal," Jack replied, not wanting to dwell more on this topic.


    "How did this happen?" Marcus eximed in disbelief. From what he knew, Jack was a careful driver.


    He wasn''t someone who would drive recklessly.


    Unable to answer this question, Jack just said, "I''m responsible for it. I didn''t drive carefully this time."


    He couldn''t tell them the reason he almost crashed with the oing Jeep. After all, he was lost in


    thoughts, thinking about his dear wife! Her thoughts had brought him down to this.


    If the car hadn''t honked its horn in time, he might have been lying in bed, either dead or on the verge of


    death.


    "You want us to drive you home?" Michael asked.


    "Yes, please."


    On the other hand, Rachel and Lea were hanging out.


    "Where did you go today?"


    Not letting Rachel talk, Mendes replied enthusiastically, "We went to Grandpa Jonathan''s house and


    stayed there for a night! There were many interesting staff and delicious food! He is a wonderful man!"


    The answer was so funny that Lea didn''t know whether she shouldugh or cry. It sounded like he had


    come straight out of a fairy tale.


    "Is that all? Is there anything more interesting that you want to tell me about?"


    Mendes shook his head and said, "No, that''s all. But there were so many interesting people!"


    "Who are they?"


    "A beautifuldy, a chubby aunt and an uncle. He slept with me and Rachel in the evening."


    Rachel almost spat out the coffee she was drinking. With an embarrassed face, she looked at Lea who


    was startled by this information. Hurriedly, she went on to exin, "Don''t take it wrong. I just went back


    to Fu family''s residence."


    Lea squinted her eyes. "The man who slept with you... is Jack?"


    After stuttering for a while, Rachel managed to speak. "Mendes slept in the middle, between the two of


    us. That''s all, don''t misinterpret the situation." However, her words weren''t convincing.


    In truth, they had carried Mendes to the side of the bed when he was sound asleep. And then she and


    Jack had slept together.


    Just the thought of it left Rachel scared. She was not used to sleeping with others. And she loved


    having the whole bed to herself.


    Butst night, it didn''t bother her. In fact, she had a sound sleep.


    As soon as Mendes moved to the other side, she fell into a deep sleep. All along, Jack was in the bed


    with her. This memory disturbed her.


    Thinking of that, Rachel felt a little embarrassed and ashamed. At that moment, Mendes added, "Yes,


    that''s how I sleep with my mom and dad. They keep me in the middle. But when I wake up the next


    morning, I find myself outside. Is that called magic?"


    Mendes was only a child. He didn''t know anything about hiding or keeping a secret. He spoke nothing


    but the truth.


    However, these words made Lea even more suspicious. Rachel looked like a dear caught in the


    headlights.


    "Last night, you two..." Lea couldn’t believe her ears!


    In spite of this, Rachel tried to defend herself. In a very unconvincing voice, she said, "Don''t listen to


    him. After all, he is just a child. Children talk nonsense..."