After what felt like an eternity, the tow truck finally arrived.
One by one, the cars involved in the accident were towed away, and Mila was finally able to step out of her vehicle. By this time, the parties involved in the incident had nearly wrapped up their discussions.
The driver who had hit her came over to apologize and asked for her phone number to arrange compensation.
Mila was in a hurry to get to court and didn’t have time to engage in lengthy conversations. She murmured a quick response, promising to discuss it later, all the while scrolling through her phone, desperately trying to book a ride.
Her car was definitely out of commission.
Strangely, despite her constant attempts to hail a ride, no cars were available. It was bizarre.
Earlier, she’d asked the traffic officer for help, but the other parties involved in the accident insisted their issues were more urgent, claiming they needed to get to the hospital or other critical places. Compared to them, her reason for traveling—going to finalize her divorce—seemed trivial. They monopolized all available rides.
The officer advised her to wait, promising that a car would be available soon. As she stood by the roadside trying to flag down a vehicle, her anxiety grew.
A quick glance at her watch told her it was already past nine, and she had just an hour before her court appointment.
If only a car showed up now, she could still make it!
…
Just as her nerves were about to fray beyond repair, a sleek black Mercedes came to a sudden halt in front of her.
The window rolled down.
Giselle, with a cool, mocking smile on her face, called out, Get in.
Mila froze momentarily.
It took her only a few seconds to piece it together. Giselle had likely heard about the divorce from Lysander, and no one wanted Mila’s divorce finalized more than Giselle did. It was awfully convenient, wasn’t it?
Are you getting in or not? Giselle snapped impatiently. Ever since eavesdropping on Lysander’s plans for divorce, she had done her homework and even had someone tailing Mila. Good thing she did, or today’s opportunity might have been missed entirely! Useless fool! If Mila didn’t get the divorce, how could Giselle and Lysander have their perfect future?
Mila really didn’t want to get into that woman’s car. After a moment of internal struggle and another glance at her phone, she gritted her teeth and climbed in.
Whatever it took, she needed to finalize the divorce first.
Once inside, the two women sat as far apart as possible, each pressed against their respective windows. There was enough space between them to fit two more people, a clear testament to their mutual disdain.
Giselle’s car raced through the streets, barely stopping for red lights, and delivered Mila to the courthouse in under twenty minutes.
By the time Mila got out, her head was spinning.
They had driven way too fast!
As soon as she stepped out, the door slammed shut, and the car sped away, like an arrow released from a bow.
Mila stood there momentarily stunned.
No time to dwell on it. She checked her watch—still over forty minutes left before the hearing!
She could make it!
With renewed determination, she sprinted towards the courthouse entrance.
In the car, Giselle turned her head to watch Mila run, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Mila, you better succeed in getting that divorce. Without the Montgomery family’s protection, you’ll be at my mercy, and we have unfinished business to settle. Just you wait!