Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 622
Jovan Eastbridge placed the document at one end of the desk and waved his hand dismissively at Ivan. “You may leave now.”
Hence, Ivan gave a brief response and left the office quietly.
Jovan’s lips curled as he stared at the newly published news about Faymon Group on his computer. Pulling out his desk’s
drawer, he took out a music box and placed it on his desk. He then opened it to reveal a ballet dancer dancing and twirling to the
music.
A secret compartment popped out after he pressed a button, and a platinum ring came into view. He placed it on his palm and
examined it for some time until the phone on his table rang.
After checking the name of the caller, he declined the call.
Irina Eastbridge, who was dressed in a light blue gown, walked over to Sheena Powell and asked softly, “How did it go, Sheena?
Did the call get through?”
“No. Maybe he’s busy.” Smoothening the creases on her gown, Sheena grabbed Irina’s hand and walked into the banquet hall.
“Forget about your brother. Let’s head in first.”
“But... if my brother doesn’t come, then you’ll...” Irina was still worried, but Sheena reassured her, “It’s okay. I’m used to it. Jovan
rarely accompanies me, anyway.”
With that, Sheena marched into the banquet hall, leaving Irina behind.
“Are you going out, Mrs. Faymon?” As Shelton, the butler, was making his way to the front hall, he spotted Rayna holding her
handbag while clad in formal attire as if she was about to head out.
“Yep. I’m heading out for a while. Please help me watch over the house and the babies, Shelton. Call me if anything happens.”
Rayna was wearing a windbreaker from a new spring collection and a pair of white sports shoes. Just as she arrived at the door,
she suddenly thought of something and instructed, “Tell the kitchen staff to add an egg dish for tonight’s dinner.”
“All right,” answered Shelton while standing in the same spot. He watched her walk to the courtyard and drive away from the
Faymon residence.

Ever since Rayna married Curtis, she had never been to Faymon Group. That was her first time visiting the company after giving
birth to her children.
She even dressed more casually to keep a low profile.
Along the way, Rayna kept her foot on the accelerator and drove forward until the vehicle reached a flyover. Glancing at the
rearview mirror, she realized that the sapphire blue car that had been tailing her was still there.
Her instincts told her that something was amiss. Thus, she slammed on the accelerator and sped forward.
As if realizing Rayna was aware of the situation, the driver of the sapphire blue car slammed on the accelerator as well and
followed closely behind her.
Deep down, Rayna was terrified, but she did not dare to show it for fear of the stalker doing something extreme.
In the meantime, she took her phone by the side and swiftly dialed Curtis’ number. However, no one picked up after a long time.
When the call ended automatically, she attempted to call again when a loud crashing sound came from the rear end of the car.
Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately called the police.
“Someone deliberately ran into my car on Flattou Road—” The call was disconnected the moment she uttered that.
In disbelief, Rayna stared at her phone screen that showed the call had disconnected. Mustering her courage, she slammed on
the accelerator again. She had no better ideas at that moment other than getting off the flyover as quickly as possible.
Another ten kilometers and I’ll be off the flyover. I’ve got to hang on until I get off the flyover. I’ll be safe once I drive onto the
sidewalk.
Alas, that was just wishful thinking.
Before her car even got off the flyover, another large truck sped over from the opposite direction.
Seeing that, Rayna hurriedly swerved the steering wheel. Unfortunately, her car slammed into another car by the side with a loud
crash, causing the surrounding cars to screech to a halt.
The airbag at the driver’s seat popped out and threw Rayna into an unconscious state.
Meanwhile, at Faymon Group, Curtis was busy signing documents. As he glanced out of the window, he realized the sky that
was clear just moments ago was beginning to drizzle.

Only when he reached out to grab his phone did he realize he had left it in his office bedroom. By the time he arrived at the
bedroom, he discovered his phone was out of battery. Thus, he brought it back to the office to charge it.
Suddenly, Robin came barging into the office. “Mr. Faymon, something happened to Mrs. Faymon!”
When Curtis heard that, he furrowed his brows. “What happened?”
“Mrs. Faymon... S-She got into an accident when she was heading out. She’s currently undergoing emergency treatment at the
hospital!” Robin informed, his eyes bloodshot.
The phone in Curtis’ hand immediately dropped to the ground with a clang, and the screen shattered as it came into contact with
the smooth tiled floor.
Rayna was still in the operating room when Curtis arrived at the hospital.
“Mr. Faymon, this was found in Mrs. Faymon’s car that was involved in the accident.” Robin, who had just finished answering the
traffic police’s questions, returned with a bag containing a ring and a phone.
It took Curtis only one glance to recognize the ring. It was Rayna’s wedding ring.
With trembling fingers, Curtis took the bag from Robin, pulled the ring out of the bag, and slid it onto his ring finger to merge it
with his own ring. His eyes instantly reddened at the sight of the rings. “How long has she been in there?”
“The medical staff arrived thirty minutes after the accident. it was already three o’clock in the afternoon by the time Mrs. Faymon
arrived at the hospital. Hence, she should be in there for about one hour and thirty minutes already,” Robin answered while
glancing at the time on his phone.
Hearing that, Curtis staggered. Thankfully, Robin’s reflexes were quick enough, and he grabbed the former’s arm to steady him.
By the time Jasmine, Kristie, and Theodore arrived at the hospital, it was already a quarter past eight at night.
Jasmine and Theodore rushed over and asked, “Curtis, what’s going on? How did she suddenly get into an accident?”
“I don’t know...” replied Curtis as he sat on the bench with Robin’s help. He gripped Rayna’s wedding ring in his hand while fixing
his bloodshot eyes on the operating room.

Noting that, Robin, who stood by the side, explained, “I’ve already asked the police about it. According to them, the other driver
who caused the accident was a truck driver. Strangely, just as the driver was about to get off the flyover, he suddenly turned
around and drove against the traffic. That’s what caused Mrs. Faymon’s accident.”
Theodore narrowed his eyes upon hearing that, and he comforted Jasmine, “Don’t worry. I’ve sent someone to look into this. I’m
sure we’ll have results soon.”
While saying that, he glanced at Curtis, who sat on the bench. “As for Linda, I’ve arranged for the matter to be kept from her.
She’s old, and I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle the bad news.”
Meanwhile, worry was written all over Kristie’s and James’ faces. Kristie was worried for Rayna, while James was worried for
Curtis.
After all, they knew how important Rayna was to Curtis. They feared Curtis would collapse if something actually happened to
Rayna this time.
Theodore, who had the same thoughts as James, reached out and patted Curtis’ shoulder to console him.
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