In the North City. A red sports car roared past on the Beltway. Suddenly, the car swung from side to side and crashed into the side fence and into the ditch. Gabrielle Morton was thrown out of the car and hit the ground hard. She was awake for a moment: death hurts so much. But she doesn't want to die, she has got a lot of work to do, she has got grandpa to take care of and she hasn't dated with Bryant Scott.... After a very long time, Gabrielle sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. She was alive again! Just...... "Joyce, you finally woke up. Come and drink some medicine." An old woman said joyfully. Joyce? Who is Joyce? And what happened to her?
North City.
On the round-the-city highway, a red sports car roared past.
All of a sudden, the car began to sway from side to side as if it were a drunk person. However, the speed of the car wasn't slowed. Only crazy car horns sounded.
However, before the surrounding cars could react to it, the car bumped against the traffic barriers hard and turned over into the nearby ditch...
Gabrielle Morton was thrown out of the car and fell on the ground heavily. At that moment, her mind was clear. She felt that there were many holes in her body. The blood and strength all over were flowing away...
So, that was how death felt.
But she didn't want to die. She still had a lot of things to do. She couldn't let her grandfather have the grief of saying goodbye to the deceased young.
"Little Gaby, hold on..." Being in a daze, she saw a person run towards her and carry her into the car, "Little Gaby, don't sleep..."
Feeling some tears on her face, Gabrielle smiled slowly, opened her mouth, and tried to say something. But she spat out a mouthful of blood and then lost consciousness.
Without knowing how long it had been, Gabrielle sat up abruptly and gasped for breath. It seemed that she still had the pain, but...
Looking around, she realized that she sat on the rural adobe Kang (a bed made of bricks), where there was a bamboo bed-mat for summer and a cotton blanket printed with some peonies. A white mosquito net was hung overhead. Beside her, some papercuts were pasted on the wooden windows. There was a brown wooden comb and a pink round mirror on the windowsill.
The sun slanted through the windows, which made her feel warm.
Gabrielle stretched out her hand and took up the round mirror from the windowsill. A very delicate small face, the arch eyebrows, and a pair of almond eyes appeared in the mirror with a lot of classical charms. She looked a little childish because she was young. Moreover, she looked pale from these days' misfortune.
The owner of this face was Joyce Cotton, who was seventeen years old. She had grown up in Cotton Village since she was little.
Cotton Village was eight hundred kilometers away from North City.
Three days ago, Joyce's grandfather, Leon Cotton, who brought her up, passed away. She hadn't eaten or drunk for three days. After having his coffin buried this morning, she fainted on his grave mound.
At last, it was Gabrielle that woke up.
"Joyce, you finally wake up." An old woman with white hair came in while carrying a bowl. "A dead man cannot be restored to life. Don't feel too bad about it. Leon also hoped you could live well, didn't he? Have some congee first."
"Thank you, Edith." Gabrielle was indeed hungry. But she still took sips of congee and nearly finished half a bowl due to her breeding. The millet gruel was very delicious.
"Take care of yourself from now on." Edith Hill smiled.
Gabrielle nodded. It was hard for her to have her rebirth. She would look after herself carefully.
However, David Parker and Tiffany Lam, She swore that they would taste twice as much of all that they had done to her.
Three days later.
Sitting on the small hill behind the house, Gabrielle held two newspapers in her hands. One of them was three days ago. The other was for today.
Three days ago, the headline news of the front page of the newspaper was about the Morton Family of North City. It said at two o'clock this afternoon, Miss Gabrielle Morton, the president of the Morton Group, drove over the speed limit and had a serious traffic accident on the round-the-city highway. Miss Morton died on the way to the hospital. After learning of the news, the chairman of the board had a stroke and was hospitalized...
Drove over the speed limit?
Bullshit! The car was out of control because its brake didn't work.
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