Chapter 114

Considering her current situation, Bonita, almost dying just now, collapsed on the steering wheel, crying in agony.

Suddenly, her tear-filled eyes widened, a flash of anger piercing through her grief.

She wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for that journalist’s deception. She wouldn’t be in this dire situation if it weren’t for his interference.

It was all his fault.

Bonita sobbed, wiping away tears from her face. She turned to the rearview mirror, her eyes radiating a chilling, ruthless determination.

In the rearview mirror, Bonita’s eyes reflected a cold glint, replacing her initial panic. She retreated from her fear and was now resolute.

Hospital entrance. Adam had just parked the car when a taxi passed by. In the backseat, a disheveled woman leaned against the window, her eyes half-closed, her face pallid, lips tinged with a bluish-white hue. Her messy hair covered with a bandage wrapped around her neck like a scarf.

Upon seeing Adam