Chapter 82: Have You Gone Crazy?

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Ronald wanted to cry but the tears did not come. Deep in his heart, he spent a few seconds mourning for his newly-bought cell phone that had just been destroyed.

He never expected to make things worse after asking Timothy to call Samantha and find out what was going on.

The fact that Timothy’s number had been blacklisted was the first strike; the second was when Samantha lied.

He looked at the door of the hotel again, only to see that the man had stopped a taxi. After helping Samantha into the car, the two of them were driven off.

That third strike was a merciless one and Ronald declared the situation to no longer be salvageable...

The car was filled with an extremely dangerous aura and cold sweat was starting to appear on his spine. He breathed in as gently as possible and wished he could just turn transparent right then and there.

A few seconds later, he heard his boss’s voice bellowing from the back seat. It was as if it emerged straight from hell. “Get out of the car!”

Ronald did not dare to wait a second longer and scrambled to get out of the car. He tripped on his own feet and nearly fell too.

Timothy also got out of the car and went to sit in the driver’s seat. He restarted the engine, floored the gas, and drove the car away at top speed.

Ronald stood rooted on the spot and could not help sighing as he watched the car disappear from his sight like a flash of lightning.

It really was over!

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On the way back to the hospital, Samantha and Alan spoke happily.

Alan wondered why she had suddenly returned to the country, and she roughly explained that it was due to her worries over her younger brother’s ailing health.

As for the marriage her parents forced her into and the unexpected turn of events that led her to marry Timothy, she avoided mentioning it completely.

It was something private, after all. Besides, it was not something to be proud of so she did not want to bring it up.

She had no idea whether or not Alan saw her reluctance to talk about those things, but he seemed to be very considerate and did not pry. That made her feel very comfortable.

It was the first time she felt that way ever since her return to the country.

Perhaps that was a reason why socializing was important. Those who had spent too long alone would eventually yearn for someone they could talk to.

There was no need for them to do anything—it was good enough that they listened patiently beside you.

Alan was a good listener, perhaps because he had grown accustomed to listening to others during his career as a doctor.

The car soon arrived at the hospital.

Alan opened the door and got out of the car before opening the door on Samantha’s side in a very gentlemanly manner. She got out of the car and said with a smile, “Thank you.”

“I have a request,” Alan said all of a sudden.

Samantha was slightly stunned. “What is it?”

“You don’t have to say thank you to me anymore. Do you know how many ‘thank yous’ did you say in just one day?” Alan seemed to be complaining. “My ears have grown calluses after hearing you say it so much.”

Without waiting for Samantha to answer him, she added, “Other than being my patient a long time ago, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

He felt that it was too polite and detached for a friend to thank him so often.

Samantha’s dark eyes became round, as if she had not expected him to say that. After regaining her consciousness, she blinked teasingly. “I got lucky then.”

Although Alan said that he was the little saint’s assistant, it was unlike that any ordinary person would be able to remain by the little saint’s side. Even if Alan was an ordinary person at the moment, he could be expected to become someone extraordinary in the future.

Alan felt that her reaction was just too cute and he could not help but pet her head softly. An imperceptible trace of affection was concealed in his voice. “I’ll allow it.”

Those words reminded Samantha of the time when she was abroad. Once they got acquainted, Alan knew that she had no money, so he did not prescribe medicine for her too often when she got injured and went to see him. On the contrary, he just gave some to her.

Since he was a doctor, there were plenty of medications piled up at his home. To put it nicely, he gave some to her because she needed it, thus preventing them from going to waste when it expired.

Back then, she would say, “I guess I got lucky huh.”

Alan responded the same way, “I’ll allow it.”

Of course, she could not just take the medicine from him without giving anything in exchange. She, therefore, insisted on paying him but he only charged her the medicine at cost price.

When she thought about that, her eyebrows turned into little arcs and she smiled brightly. “You’re always so kind, Dr. Sherwood.”

Alan gazed down at her and felt that Samantha was much better suited to smiling like that.

“It’s getting late. You should go back and rest,” Samantha urged softly because he did not want to take up any more of Alan’s time.

“Alright. Ring me up if there’s anything you need.”

Alan bent down and sat back in the taxi. He lowered the window and waved to Samantha, who was still standing there. “Good night.”

Samantha waved back at him. “Good night, Dr. Sherwood.”

She watched the taxi drive away until it gradually disappeared into the night. Only then did she lift her feet and start walking into the hospital.

As soon as she turned around, however, a cluster of blinding headlights lit up suddenly in front of her.

Samantha’s eyes stung and she squinted intuitively while raising her hand to shield her eyes.

Moments later, she saw a black car driving toward her in a thunderous manner.

It was too quick and too abrupt that Samantha had no time to react at all. She could only watch as the car sped over.

Her eyes then widened with horror, because she spotted Timothy’s blurry face in the driver’s seat as the car approached.

Was it him?

Did Timothy want to kill her?

Just as Samantha thought she was going to be sent flying by a crash, the car tires made a loud screeching sound against the tarmac, piercing her eardrums.

The car stopped 0.01 millimeters from her body!

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Samantha could not help but gasp for breath. There was a profound sense of terror in her eyes, down to the extent that she wanted to open her mouth and castigate Timothy, but she lost her ability to speak for the moment.

Another bang was heard. Timothy had slammed the car door shut and walked up to her.

He stretched out his hand without saying anything, grabbed her wrist forcefully, then dragged her all the way to the front passenger seat. He opened the car door, pushed her back mercilessly, then tugged the seatbelt and secured her tightly.

The man’s strength was simply too strong that Samantha had no time to struggle and leave. Timothy had already returned to the driver’s seat, after which he stepped on the accelerator and drove off!

She could only watch as the car flew on the road and snaked through the traffic. She felt as though they were going to crash any second. Her face had already turned pale because she could not help but feel flustered.

Samantha firmly grasped the car’s grab handles with one hand and took a deep long breath before barely managing to find her voice.. However, it was still a little faint when she spoke and was even trembling slightly. “Have you gone crazy, Timothy?”