Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 935: The Fu Family Owes Her Far Too Much
The despicable calculation, it didn’t matter who was driving back then, the outcome would have been the same, perhaps even more tragic.
Everything that happened that day, once remembered, was impossible to forget for a lifetime.
Li Mo recalled the sadness when Su Wanxin left home, and also remembered her panic upon discovering the car was out of control.
A phone call wiped away Su Wanxin’s tears.
The person on the phone clearly told her what kind of choice she had to face.
Above their car, there was a drone.
What was placed on it, that person had them verify with their own eyes.
On the high bridge above, below was the endless sea.
The roaring explosion made Su Wanxin’s hands tremble as she held the steering wheel.
The other person watched her actions like watching a clown, wanting her to choose between the accelerator or the brakes.
Drive the car over 150 miles per hour, and they would spare her life.
But in the Imperial Capital, in the city, 150, how was that different from suicide?
The other person gave her a minute to consider and asked Su Wanxin to make her own choice.
What can you consider in 60 counts?
Consider whether one would be dead without a whole body?
Or consider how to find the person on the phone and retaliate with an eye for an eye?
Su Wanxin’s mind was completely blank at that time.
She didn’t want to believe the person’s words, but having just witnessed the explosion on the horizon, she also had Li Mo help confirm that there was indeed something on the car.
The person’s car seemed to have been following her all along, clearly knowing where she was.
If she hit the brakes, she would die immediately; if she hit the gas, her fate would be left to the heavens.
If she did nothing and kept it as it was, the switch would automatically activate after a minute.
The difficulty of surviving was remarkably clear to Su Wanxin at that moment.
She drove off the high bridge via the ramp, not wanting too many people to be buried with her, even if she were to die.
She had no extra time to consider; the Death Sentence hung over her head, and she could only choose one of two options.
She drove towards a parked truck on the roadside, remaining silent for a full minute, and only said one sentence to Li Mo.
She said, "Mom, hold on to the seatbelt."
She had never addressed Li Mo that way before; she just felt if she didn’t say it now, she probably wouldn’t have the chance for the rest of her life.
Once an accident occurs, the safety factor of the co-pilot position is far lower than that of the driver’s seat and the back row.
Because in times of danger, the driver instinctively avoids themselves first, a reaction made in a fraction of a second.
And the direct consequence of this is the impact on the co-pilot seat, causing injury or even death to the person seated there.
But in that car accident, the person who survived was Li Mo in the co-pilot seat.
Bringing up the issue again, using any words to describe it seemed too dull and pale.
How much despair and helplessness there was, those who have not experienced it will never understand.
Li Mo looked at Su Wanxin’s tear-reddened eyes and told her it wasn’t her fault.
If anyone owed anyone, then without a doubt, the Fu Family owed her too much, far too much.
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Fu Shihan waited and waited downstairs, looking impatiently at his wristwatch.
What on earth are they talking about? It’s been half an hour and they still haven’t finished?
Lu Ci had already taken Su Yao back to their room, while Fu Shihan leaned on the sofa, looking eerily towards the staircase, with the already drowsy Fu Xiaoyang in his arms.
