No More Tears No More Calls Chapter 06
On the day I was discharged, Lawrence took time off work to pick me up, which was surprising.
But instead of taking me back to the villa, he brought me to a racetrack.
“You love racing, right? I thought it might help you relax a little.” Lawrence looked at me, as if looking forward to my reaction.
Not a flicker of emotion crossed my face. “Thanks. But you shouldn’t trouble yourself with that again.”
Lawrence frowned, but he didn’t say anything. He just took my hand and led me inside.
It was true—I loved racing. The roar of engines and the blur of cars whipping past always lifted my spirits.
But soon, Candice appeared with a smile. “I felt so guilty about your burn, Mary. I just mentioned to Larry that I wanted to apologize to you in person, and he actually brought you here…”
I was quiet for a moment. So, Lawrence had brought me here because of something Candice had said casually.
I met Candice’s triumphant, challenging gaze with indifference. “Oh, you wanted to apologize in person? Go ahead, then.”
Caught off guard by my reaction, Candice looked to Lawrence for help. “Larry…”
“That’s enough. What happened is in the past. Let it go.” Lawrence wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
I let out a sarcastic smile. The next moment, something in the prize display caught my eye—a necklace.
It was a keepsake from my late grandmother.
I immediately shook off Lawrence’s arm and hurried over. “I’m joining the race!”
“No!” Lawrence followed quickly. “It’s too dangerous. Mary, don’t be reckless. If you want something, I can negotiate for it.”
“Can you get the necklace for me?” I asked.
But he hesitated. “That’s the racetrack’s prize. It has to be won according to their rules.”
So no.
“Then get out of my way.”
I pushed past him, grabbed a helmet, and got into a race car without looking back.
On the track, I pressed the accelerator to the floor, leaving the other cars far behind.
Just one more turn, and I’d win.
But then a deafening engine roar echoed from behind. A black McLaren closed in aggressively and slammed into my car door.
A loud crash pierced the air.
My car spun out of control and smashed into the guardrail.
Meanwhile, the black McLaren roared across the finish line and won the race.
Enduring the searing pain, I looked toward the finish line.
I saw Lawrence step out of the McLaren, accept the necklace for the champion, and hand it to Candice.
I understood then—he hadn’t stopped me from racing because he was worried about my safety. It was only because he wanted to win the necklace for Candice himself.
What did that make me?
A fool he could play so easily?
I wanted to rush forward, but my vision grew blurry until everything went dark, and I passed out completely.
