Chapter 1309

At the moment of the crash, everything around Noelle seemed to have slowed down before her vision went black. She couldn't remember anything else after that. When she finally woke up again, the first thing she saw was a stark, white ceiling, and the sharp, sterile scent of disinfectant filled her nose. "You're awake?" Noelle turned to the voice and saw Carl beside her. "How is he?" she asked. Her voice sounded hoarse, like a rusty old fan struggling to work. Immediately after her question, her throat itched unbearably, and she started coughing. Carl stepped forward and used a throat spray on her. It helped immediately. Sighing, he replied, "You're this badly hurt and still thinking about him?" But Noelle kept staring at him, so he had to relent and reply, "He's not going to die. You should worry more about yourself." The truth behind the sudden car crash bothered Noelle. Why would something like that happen now, of all times? There was a strange feeling of everything slipping