Chapter 1577
She paused for a moment, then continued, her voice more measured, “Of course, it’s also possible she was too anxious, completely absorbed in finding Faye and not watching her step. Maybe that’s all there is to it.”
She took a slow breath, her tone softening with a trace of lingering fear. “Still, she’s lucky. We’ve found her.”
Lucas remained silent, his jaw tight, his expression dark.
Indeed, Belinda had been fortunate.
She had landed in a thick cluster of bushes that had cushioned her fall.
Not far beyond, however, the terrain sloped drastically into a rocky drop-off. Had she continued rolling even a few more feet, the consequences could have been catastrophic.
The thought of it made Lucas’s fists clench.
Suddenly, Faye could no longer contain herself. Tears welled in her eyes, and her voice trembled as she cried out, “It’s all my fault… I’m the reason Belinda got hurt!” Her hands flew to her mouth as sobs overtook her.
Bethany turned slowly, her cold gaze landing on Faye.
Then her lips curled into a faint, cutting smile. “You know, I almost forgot you were even here just now,” she said coldly. “Miss Sandoval, can I ask—what exactly was going through your mind when you wandered off into the woods, alone, in the dead of night?”
Faye nervously bit her lip and then replied, “I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was in a bad mood and couldn’t sleep, so I thought a walk might help clear my head. I didn’t realize I’d gone so far. I didn’t expect anyone to come looking for me. I never imagined Belinda would… would get hurt because of me…”
Her voice cracked as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “It’s all my fault…”
Bethany just looked at her with cold eyes. “Miss Sandoval, I don’t know what personal storm you’re dealing with, but next time, if you’re in a bad mood, please go somewhere safe to clear your mind.”
She paused, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “And don’t drag everyone else into your mess.”
Her words were quite blunt and harsh, yet no one rushed to defend Faye.
“I understand,” Faye murmured, sniffling. “It won’t happen again.”
After what felt like an eternity, the door to the emergency room finally opened.
A doctor stepped out, prompting everyone in the hallway to walk over to him.
“Doctor, how is she?” Lucas asked urgently.
“Doctor, is she all right?” another voice echoed.
Stunned by the sudden appearance of several handsome and beautiful faces, the doctor froze for a moment before quickly regaining his composure and answering their questions.
“Everyone, please don’t worry,” the doctor said with a calm, reassuring tone. “We’ve completed a thorough examination of Ms. Wright. She has a mild concussion and a bump on her forehead, but those should resolve with rest and time. Her thick clothing helped minimize the extent of her injuries. She only has a few superficial scratches on her face, neck, and ankles. We’ve already treated the wounds; they should heal without leaving any marks.” He paused before adding, “All that’s needed now is a night of observation. If everything remains stable by morning, she can be discharged.”
A wave of relief washed through the group.