Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 149: Mrs.Proctor Will Be Alright

Sharon did not know how long the car had been driving, but the car was getting faster and faster, bumping along the way.

"Where are you taking me?" she whispered.

Bridger paused before saying in a tensed up voice, "Nowhere."

"What do you mean?" Sharon was stunned.

"This car has been tampered with. The brake is broken."

Hearing this, Sharon finally understood what Evie was up to.

No wonder Evie forbade her not to tell anyone, including her relatives and friends, about her leaving and asked her to live alone from then on.

So this was Evie's plan all along.

If she really trusted Evie and left with her men, she might die tragically.

Even her unborn child would be dead and gone.

This was what Evie really wanted.

The car seemed to have gotten off the mountain road, for Sharon could hear the sound of horns tooting around.

Sharon leaned against the back seat and said suddenly, "If it was just you, you could simply jump out of the car, right?"

Bridger did not reply.

He weaved in and out of traffic, trying to drive to somewhere less crowded.

Sharon seemed to feel a little tired, "I get the idea why you came to me. You may not know this yet, but Rita was taken away by the police for investigation yesterday.I was surprised to learn that she knew you." This was what Tiffany called to tell her earlier tonight.

Rita and Bridger grew up together as neighbors.

However, ever since Rita went abroad, they seemed to have lost touch with each other.

Sharon didn't think of this before, but Bridger's appearance today reminded her of something she had neglected.

The necklace incident at the charity dinner must be his doing.

Blue veins stood out on Bridger's temples, "I did all of this. It has nothing to do with Rita!"

"You don't need to tell me this."

Sharon smiled and said, "Your taking me away this time is also for Rita's sake, isn't it? Well, it's fine now.I'm doomed anyway.It just so happens that it saves you the trouble." Bridger gritted his teeth.

Seeing that he was about to hit a little girl, he jerked the steering wheel and knocked over a trash can by the roadside.

This enormous inertia caused Sharon to crash straight into the car door.

She frowned. Although she gritted her teeth, a groan escaped her lips.

"Are you alright?" Bridger asked.

"Yes...After arriving at a place with few people, Bridger looked back and saw that Sharon's clothes were soaked in blood."

He frowned and said, "You're bleeding."

This time, Sharon said nothing.

She knew what fate had in store for her.

Perhaps Jameson was right.

She chose to keep the child herself, so she had to bear the consequences.

Sometimes it's wrong to go one's own way.

This must be her retribution.

After a while, Sharon regained some strength and said indifferently, "You should go."

Bridger did not reply.

"There's no need to pretend to be a good person now. You have no idea how much I hate you.If you hadn't threatened me with Ruben, I wouldn't have..." Sharon said softly.

As she spoke, she suddenly choked with emotion.

She managed to calm down and continued, "This should have ended three years ago.I don't even know what happened to me these past three years. Just let it be." Suddenly, the scarf covering her face was taken away.

Then, Bridger threw her a knife from the front seat and said, "Cut the rope yourself."

Regaining clear vision, Sharon saw how profusely she was bleeding.

She couldn't give up.

Even for the sake of her baby, she couldn't give up just yet.

The trip became less bumpy.

Sharon reached for the knife and began to cut the rope.

The knife was quite sharp, so it didn't take long for her to cut the rope off.

Bridger said, "I'm driving to the nearest hospital now, but I don't know what will happen. You'd better prepare yourself well."

Inside the black Rolls-Royce.

Jacob said, "Mr.Proctor, we have found out who took Mrs. Proctor away...It was Bridger. The surveillance we got showed that the brake of the car he was driving failed..." After this, Jacob dared not to continue.

The look on Jameson's face was frightening.

Soon, Jacob answered a phone call and said, "Mr.Proctor, Bridger is driving to the hospital now."

Jameson said coldly, "Have someone prepare speed bumps and shock absorbers."

"Yes, sir."

Then Jacob hurried to get things done.Jameson rolled the window down.

His mouth compressed into a thin line and his jaw tightened.

Through the rearview mirror, Jacob could see that Jameson's hands on his knees trembled slightly.

When reaching the hospital, Bridger found that the crowd had been dispersed.

There were many speed bumps at the entrance.

He told Sharon in a deep voice, "Hold on."

Then he drove on without any hesitation.

Sharon huddled herself up in the corner, trying her best to protect her unborn baby.

Even so, she could feel that blood kept streaming down.

Sharon's face was drenched with sweat.

She clenched her fists, suppressing the pain when the car went through one speed bumper after another.

Finally, the car crashed into something.

Sharon blacked out.

She could only hear a buzzing noise, as if someone was calling her name.

The voice was very familiar.

She wanted to see who he was, but she couldn't open her eyes.

Only chaos remained.

Outside the car, Jameson had something a little forbidding about his face.

Jacob held him back and said, "Mr.Proctor, Mrs. Proctor's condition is uncertain. Let's leave her to the doctor."

Hearing this, Jameson appeared to calm down.

His slender fingers gradually clenched into fists, and the blue veins on the back of his hands stood out.

The doctor who was waiting aside hurried to check on Sharon and then carefully carried her out of the car.

Sharon and Bridger were then sent into the operating room one after the other.

Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Jameson raised his hands to check his palms.

Seeing the bloodstains there, he felt that his heart missed a beat.

Never seen Jameson like this, Jacob was depressed and whispered, "Mr.Proctor, Mrs. Proctor will be alright..."

Just then, it began to drizzle.

A spot of rain fell on Jameson's palm.

He slightly folded his hands and lowered his voice, "The baby is very important to Sharon."

Then he looked up at Jacob.

His defined features turned cold and frosty.

"No matter what, keep the baby."

"I've contacted the best doctor in the country,' Jacob said.

"He will be here soon."