When Phoenix arrived at the scene of the accident, the car had already been salvaged.
Inside, there was no one.
"Where is she?" His entire being was taut like a string, dreading the answer yet compelled to ask.
"Miss Nightingale was not found in the car. Rescue personnel are still searching the sea, no news yet."
No news, perhaps, was the best news.
But Phoenix did not entertain such thoughts.
His lady had jumped into the sea!
He remembered Serena's intense fear of the cold. How desperate she must have been to scream those words and leap without hesitation!
He was wrong, he shouldn't have pressured her, forced her to apologize, to yield. Yet, he hadn't bothered to ask, hadn't bothered to investigate whether she was truly at fault or not.
He was stubborn and conceited!
He assumed Serena, spoiled all her life, had caused the accident years ago and then abandoned them to leave. He thought her cowardly and reckless.
But he, Phoenix, had never truly taken the time to understand her!
He had pushed her to the brink of death himself.
Lucas, seeing Phoenix's devastated state, was at a loss for words. No sooner had he spoken than he witnessed his boss jump into the sea!
He watched helplessly as Phoenix dove in, unable to stop him.
It was the ocean! And the CEO was still recovering from his injuries...
He should have realized earlier that ever since Miss Nightingale's return, the CEO had been acting strange.
When Miss Nightingale secretly left the country, the entire Lee Corporation had been pushed into a state of extreme tension by the CEO.
Now, after longing for her return, he had driven her to this point.
They clearly loved each other, and the CEO had waited for her for years. How did they end up here?
Recently, the CEO had mentioned that Miss Nightingale was pregnant, that past mistakes could be forgiven, that he would shoulder everything alone. He had always intended to marry Miss Serena. Despite her immaturity in the past, he indulged her, taking responsibility for any past wrongs she did.
Phoenix hadn't smiled in what felt like an eternity, not since Serena left, until he learned of her pregnancy.
During Serena's pregnancy, it was the happiest time for both the CEO and the company. The day she was rushed to the hospital, he was as helpless as a lost child, despite handling countless crises without fear.
He feared losing the child, feared Serena not wanting it, feared she wouldn't want to see him, visiting her only when she slept.
So proud a man, he too had fears!
He cherished every detail about Serena, like any expectant father, often smiling at the thought of the future, discussing names for their child. He even said what should he name him if the child would be a boy, spoil her if the child would be a girl.
He adored this child, yet he was the one who caused its demise.
When Miss Monahan fell ill, he exhausted every effort to find a compatible kidney.
All in vain. When Miss Monahan was on the verge of giving up, he decided to terminate the pregnancy.
Phoenix had calculated everything—Serena's lingering feelings, the presence of her mother in the hospital keeping her from despair.
But he failed to calculate that human emotions could erode under relentless pressure! Nor did he anticipate Mrs. Nightingale took her own life by removing her oxygen mask.
His lady wasn't as strong as he thought, she could hurt, cry, and suffer!
She was human.
How could she be pushed to the edge, where even death held no fear?
"Mr. Lee, what is your relationship with the missing person who fell?" Phoenix was saved by his bodyguards, and a rescuer approached, "We've inspected the car; the brakes were faulty. We're preliminarily ruling out suicide. This could be a murder case, requiring your cooperation in the investigation."
The tense string in Phoenix's mind snapped. He jerked his head up. "What did you say?"
