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    “I swear, I won’t bete.”


    The moment the call ended, Brian turned to Ronald and instructed, “Drive faster.”


    Ronald hesitated, clearly worried. “What about your condition?”


    Loosening his tie, Brian took a deep breath. “I’m fine. Just go.”


    After days of exhaustion from nonstop work, Brian had gotten into a car identtest night on his way home.


    His car had mmed into the guardrail and overturned, leaving him stuck in the driver’s seat. He had a deep cut on his head, and blood covered the steering wheel. His seatbelt kept him from moving, and he was in a lot of pain, feeling dizzy and confused.


    Summoning what little strength he had left, he fumbled for his phone. His first thought was to call Rachel, but just as his finger hovered over her name, he hesitated, snapping back to reality.


    Instead, he dialed Ronald’s number.


    “Ronald, listen carefully,” Brian murmured, his energy almost gone, but he forced himself to get the words out.


    “I’ve been in an ident… somewhere near Maple Street. Call for help first, thene get me. Don’t tell Rachel or my family. If I wake up before noon, I’ll be at the wedding. If I don’t… then you can tell them.”


    Ronald was left in shock.


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    He had dealt with countless crises before, but this was different—Brian’s life and his wedding were at stake.


    The situation at the hospital didn’t look good. After providing emergency care, the doctor insisted that Brian needed rest and constant monitoring.


    When Ronald asked when Brian would wake up, the doctor said, “It’s hard to say. It could be a few hours or even two or three days.”


    Since then, Ronald had been on edge. The next morning, he kept staring at his phone, unsure of what to do. He went back and forth, wondering if he should tell Rachel. He didn’t want her to panic, but he also worried that if Carol found out, she might get too emotional, and that could lead to an even bigger problem. On the other hand, if Rachel thought Brian was bailing on the wedding, it would be a disaster. And if Carol missed the ceremony, she might regret it forever.


    No matter what he decided, there was no easy way out—both choices had serious consequences.


    Worse, if either of them called, he might slip up and say something he shouldn’t. Not wanting to risk making things worse, he took the simplest way out—he turned off his phone.


    Meanwhile, Brian’s phone had already shut down because the battery was dead.


    Thankfully, by ten o’clock, Brian came to, though he was far from being in good condition.


    Ronald tried to reason with him, saying, “Mr. White, you can’t even stand properly, let alone move around. This was an ident—if you just exin things to Rachel and your grandma, they’ll understand.”


    Brian, unfazed by his condition, simply said, “No need. Get me a mirror.”


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