Came Like A Storm, Left Like The Dust

Once Zach heard Yvonne’s voice, he was stunned. But before he could turn around, Bella suddenly cradled her chest.

“Zach, it hurts.”

She collapsed in front of him, and panic filled his face.

“Bella! Bella!”

Yvonne soon arrived before Zach, but he just picked Bella up and shoved her away.

Before he left, he said, “Take care of the rest.”

Yvonne was forced to stay at the police station with the lawyer to handle the mess Zach had left behind.

It lasted until nighttime, and Yvonne did not eat a single thing. Her face was turning increasingly pale.

Once the lawyer finished taking care of everything, he saw Yvonne’s eyes roll back, and she fainted.

She lay in a hospital bed as her head spun. She wanted to open her eyes, but she could not find the strength to do so.

In her daze, she felt as if she could see herself after Zach “died.”

She turned gray overnight as she sat listlessly in their room. She refused to eat or drink and just let herself waste away until her friends found her unconscious at home. They sent her to the hospital.

When the doctor told her she was pregnant, Yvonne felt like she finally had the will to live. Sadly, when she was six months along, she got into an accident. This led to her losing the last thing that connected her to Zach.

She would never forget the driver who crashed into her. That woman shared the exact same face as Bella’s.

After Yvonne woke up, she found only Jacob York, the lawyer, beside her.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Frank, I can’t get into contact with Mr. Frank. I bought you some soup, though. Have it while it’s warm.”

Yvonne forced herself up through great effort. As she recalled how Zach had left with Bella, she sneered. “Thanks for the trouble, Mr. York. Please go home.”

Once Jacob left, Yvonne pulled the IV needle out and wanted to leave. However, the nurse who came in to change her IV drip saw this and stopped her.

“Why did you pull out the needle? Where’s your family?”

Yvonne looked down. “I have no family.”

The nurse’s words died in her throat. After a sigh, she put the IV needle back in the back of Yvonne’s hand again.

The door opened once more, and another nurse came in to register Yvonne under the hospital. While she wrote, she lamented, “Seriously, people’s lives are so different from each other. Look at Mrs. Frank. She just got a scare, and Mr. Frank got all the specialists to check on her. It’s already midnight, and he still got them back to the hospital. His wife sure is the luckiest woman alive!”

Yvonne wanted to laugh when she heard this, but her eyes shone with tears.

After Zach received confirmation from a few specialists that Bella was fine, he finally felt relieved.

Slowly, rationality returned to him, and he suddenly remembered Yvonne.

Scowling, he gave her a call. He dialed her number more than ten times, but no one picked up.

Casting a glance at Bella and finding her resting, he quietly grabbed his jacket and left.

Yvonne had gotten herself an agent to be in charge of selling her studio.

“Miss Sunderland, these things look expensive. Why are you burning them?”

The agent was shocked to find Yvonne throwing her belongings into the brazier.

With a stony face, Yvonne picked up an unassuming diary from the side and threw it into the brazier without hesitation.

The fire shot up and burned her hand. This led the agent to step forward and pull her back.

“What’re you doing?!”