Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 422: I Killed Someone in a Crash

Clarissa Morgan glared viciously at Nolan Hawke, only then noticing the DV in his hand filming her. She clenched her teeth and turned her head away, "Despicable."

Her curse made Nolan laugh out loud. He gripped her disheveled long hair, preventing her body from sinking, "Despicable? Clarissa, we’re just the same kind of people, no need to talk about who’s despicable or not."

Clarissa Morgan bit her lip tightly, trying to quickly regain her senses and strength.

"I’ve thought about this for a long, long time, Clarissa. You can’t blame me; blame yourself for being too tempting. Every time we meet, you refuse to cooperate, so I resorted to this method. Didn’t expect... it worked quite well."

Nolan Hawke’s voice carried a triumphant smile. Loosening his grip, he let go of Clarissa Morgan, allowing her to fall to the ground like a broken puppet.

Filth, dirt, disgust...

Even the air seemed filled with a nauseating smell.

Clarissa Morgan reached for the dress on the ground, covering herself, her voice sounding calm yet slightly trembling, commanding Nolan Hawke, "Delete the video."

Nolan Hawke chuckled softly, fastening his belt and squatting down to look at her, "Delete? How could I bear to? You have no idea how beautiful you look in it."

As he spoke, he displayed the DV footage in front of Clarissa Morgan. Seeing the scene inside, Clarissa went berserk, swiping the DV aside and shouting uncontrollably at Nolan Hawke, "I told you to delete it!"

Nolan Hawke stood up, looking down at her condescendingly, "I think you’re so used to being arrogant you really consider yourself a princess or queen now. This isn’t the time for you to order me around."

Clarissa Morgan glared furiously and resentfully at Nolan Hawke, watching him leisurely tidy up his suit jacket, saying, "From now on, when I call you, you must come immediately. If you disobey, who knows how many people will see this video? The internet’s pretty advanced now, isn’t it?"

After speaking, Nolan Hawke smiled, casually turning around and leaving.

The empty dance studio fell silent again, leaving Clarissa Morgan emotionally overwhelmed, collapsed on the ground, pulling her hair vigorously, letting out suppressed cries of pain.

Outside the window, the rain continued to pour, accompanied by thunder, rendering the rainy night mysterious.

Not knowing how long she cried, Clarissa Morgan tidied her dress and wiped away her tears, casually fixing her hair in front of the mirror, finding the bag Nolan Hawke had thrown by the stairs. She glanced inside to see everything was still there.

Pushing open the dance studio’s glass door, the sound of rain immediately filled her ears. Clarissa Morgan didn’t use an umbrella, instead squeezing into the car parked by the roadside, driving away.

Rain fell on the car window glass, the wipers swinging back and forth to barely make the nighttime road visible.

The streetlights were dim, and at this hour, there were few people and vehicles on the street.

Clarissa Morgan’s hand on the steering wheel trembled slightly, her whole body appearing somewhat wooden, evidently still shaken by what had just happened.

Tears uncontrollably fell, blurring her vision.

The road ahead was faint in the heavy rain, yet her speed didn’t slow because of the weather...

"Bang—" The loud noise finally woke Clarissa Morgan back to her senses, urgently stomping on the brakes.

It seemed she had hit something, and the car’s front glass was stained with a mix of rain and bright red liquid... Was it blood?

With trembling hands, she sat in the car startled for several seconds, then carefully opened the door to check...

Rain pounded down, instantly soaking her through.

Seeing the scene in front of the car, she was so scared her legs gave way, her whole body falling to the ground.

Lying on the ground was a woman whose head was incomplete, and mingled with blood on the ground were some internal body parts... 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The bicycle lay quietly several meters away from the woman in the rain.

The air seemed filled with the smell of blood. Clarissa Morgan covered her mouth, retching twice, feeling at a loss standing in the rain, not knowing what to do.

She turned to look at the roadside, no pedestrians, no vehicles.

Being hit like this, she must be dead.

She couldn’t call the police, as that would alert the media, and such news would affect her future career...

Clarissa Morgan got back in the car, took out her phone, only to find it had been turned off by Nolan Hawke.

Once she powered it on, she saw Quentin Sterling had called her several times and sent many messages.

With trembling hands, she immediately returned the call.

On the other end, Quentin seemed to have been waiting for her call, almost answering it as soon as it connected, "Clarissa? Where are you? I’ve been looking for you all night."

Clarissa Morgan’s voice trembled slightly, making her speech a bit incoherent, "Quentin... something happened, I..."

"What happened, Clarissa? Don’t panic, speak slowly."

Clarissa Morgan, "I killed someone... What should I do? What should I do?"

Quentin Sterling realized the severity of the problem and didn’t ask further, only saying, "Where are you? Send me your location, I’ll come to you now."

...

Ten minutes later, Quentin Sterling arrived at the scene, seeing the situation, first pulling the shocked Clarissa Morgan standing in the rain into his arms, comforting her heartbroken, "It’s okay, don’t be afraid, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Clarissa Morgan shook her head, "...Quentin, this must not reach the media."

Quentin nodded, "I know, I’ll handle it. I was driving the car, I hit the person, that’s what you’ll say later."

Quentin Sterling put Clarissa Morgan in the car, made a traffic accident report call, and although the person was clearly dead, he still dialed the emergency number.

Shortly, accident handlers and ambulances arrived at the scene.

Quentin Sterling explained the accident, claiming Clarissa Morgan was his wife, who only came to the scene after he had the accident.

There were cameras at the scene, Quentin Sterling spoke with the person in charge separately, so no one pursued who actually hit the person, him or Clarissa Morgan.

As long as someone took responsibility and negotiated with the victim’s family, it would just be a matter of compensation in the end.

Taking responsibility meant the incident wouldn’t affect Clarissa Morgan’s reputation.

Handling the matter lasted until past four in the morning, then Quentin Sterling drove Clarissa Morgan back home.

Her unstable emotions were assumed to be from the accident’s shock, "It’s over, go take a hot bath quickly, don’t catch a cold."

Clarissa Morgan paused by the stairs, worriedly turning her head to ask him, "Is it really okay this way?"

Quentin nodded, "Don’t worry, you don’t need to appear again for this, I’ll take care of it. Where did you go tonight? Your phone couldn’t be reached at all."

Clarissa Morgan’s gaze faltered for a moment, she pressed her lips answering, "...I was on flight mode after returning from the airport, forgot to turn it off, played at the bar for a while with a few friends, and had the accident on the way back."