Not Twins (Natasha and Kenneth)

• As Kenneth drove, he eyed the location of the car.

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When he saw that the car wasn't moving anymore, his heart was in his throat.

Natasha must have realized that there was a problem with the car that she drove in this direction. Now that the car had come to a stop, something must have happened. • At that exact moment, his phone rang once more. Seeing that it was a WhatsApp voice call from Denise, he answered immediately.

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"Have you found my mommy, Mr. Handsome?" Denise asked in a choked voice on the other end of the line.

"I'm on my way and will reach soon," Kenneth replied.

• "You must save my mommy. You must save her!" Denise sobbed.

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A million questions lingered within Kenneth. He didn't quite know how to describe things, nor did he dare dwell upon them, for everything needed to be verified. However, the knowledge that Denise was crying on the other end of the line had him feeling utterly anguished.

"Don't worry. I'll definitely find her," Kenneth promised.

"Okay!"

"I'll be reaching soon, so let's talk later. I'll tell you when I've got further updates. Don't worry too much."

"Okay."

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When Kenneth hung up the phone, his hand trembled slightly.

• He trained his eyes ahead. Although it was pitch-dark, he drove even faster.

• Ten minutes later, he reached his destination.

• From afar, he spotted a truck with its headlights turned on. Only when he had driven closer did he see the red car that had flipped. • Natasha!

• Snapping his seatbelt free, he rushed out of the car.

• The truck driver was on the phone. When he saw Kenneth racing over, he shouted something but he couldn't make out.

• "Natasha! Natasha!" Kenneth sprinted over. Right then, the glass of the car was shattered, and Natasha's face was littered with injuries.

• "How are you feeling, Natasha? Wake up, Natasha!" he shouted outside, but Natasha showed no signs of rousing.

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Turning his gaze to the car door, he tried to open it. But even after several tries, he still couldn't succeed and his hands were bleeding after being cut by glass shards.

Just then, Natasha's eyelids twitched. When she opened her eyes and saw Kenneth attempting to rescue her with his hands all covered in blood, her lips moved slightly. Kenneth also happened to look at her and saw her opening her eyes then.

"Hang in there, Natasha! Don't sleep! I'll get you out right away! You still owe me an explanation, so you can't sleep! Do you hear me? I'll never let you off the hook if you dare allow anything to happen to you!" he cried out.

• Natasha's eyelids twitched, and she closed her eyes again.

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Kenneth yanked at the car door with all his might as if he had lost his mind, terrified that something would happen to the woman.

• At that exact moment, the truck driver walked over and handed him a tool. "Try using this."

When Kenneth saw the tool, he took it right away. Then, he forcefully pried the car door open through the gap.

Natasha was still wearing a seatbelt, and the airbag had already deployed.

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The truck driver happened to have a penknife, so he cut the seatbelt off.

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Working together, the two of them got Natasha out of the car.

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"Natasha! Natasha!" Kenneth called out to her with his gaze pinned on her.

• Watching at the side, the truck driver inquired, "Are you two acquainted?"

• Without waiting for Kenneth to answer, he continued, "I'm not trying to make excuses, but this really had nothing to do with me. I have already honked, so a collision could've been avoided. I don't know how this happened-"

• Before he had even finished speaking, Kenneth lifted his eyes to him and barked lowly, "Call an ambulance."

• "I've already done so. Besides, I've phoned the traffic police. They said they'll be here soon," the truck driver replied.

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After that, Kenneth ignored him altogether.

He then carried Natasha to the side. "Natasha! Natasha!" He continued calling out her name, seemingly afraid that she would go to sleep forever. Regretfully, there was no response from Natasha, no matter how much he called out to her.

"She... She's not dead, right?" the truck driver asked, staring straight at Kenneth.

• The instant Kenneth lifted his eyes, his ferocious and scarlet gaze terrified the man so much that he stumbled back two steps. "I'm just worried."

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Subsequently, Kenneth looked back down at Natasha and caressed her face. "Wake up, Natasha. Wake up. I'll never let you off the hook if you dare allow anything to happen to yourself." Just then, Natasha's eyelids twitched. "You're so noisy."

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Upon seeing that, the truck driver immediately gushed, "She's awake! She's awake!"

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Similarly, Kenneth promptly turned his gaze to her. "How are you feeling, Natasha?”

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"It hurts," Natasha admitted.

"Where does it hurt?" Kenneth inquired.

"Everywhere."

• At the sight of the injuries littering her body, Kenneth was at an utter loss. "The ambulance will be here soon."

• Right that moment, Natasha looked at the man. Seeing his bloodied hands, her gaze froze imperceptibly.

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"Hang in there."

Natasha nodded in response.

• Kenneth's eyes remained fixated on her. Despite the many questions lingering within him, he only had one thought then-to have her survive and live!

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"Don't sleep," Kenneth urged.

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"How could I sleep when you're so noisy?"

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Only then did Kenneth's lips turn up in relief. "I still have many questions for you, so you can't sleep."

From the look in his eyes, Natasha had a feeling that he must know something. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

• Never mind, let's just go with the flow.

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At the side, the truck driver clarified, "Let me tell you, pretty. This accident had nothing to do with me. I honked, but you didn't brake-"

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Kenneth shot him a furious glare. "Shut up!"

• "But I've got to make things clear," the driver argued. He then glanced at the car. Oh my, I can't afford to pay for this.

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"You don't need to pay anything," Kenneth snarled.

• The moment the truck driver heard that, he affirmed, "R-Remember that you said that."

• "Just keep your mouth shut," Kenneth snapped.

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The truck driver obediently moved to the side and said nothing further.

Kenneth gazed at Natasha with worry brimming in his eyes.

In no time, the ambulance arrived. Kenneth rode along with the ambulance.

While en route to the hospital, something came to his mind all of a sudden.

• He took out his phone and made a voice call to Denise right in front of Natasha.

• The call was answered within seconds.

• "How's it going, Mr. Handsome?" Denise's voice drifted into the air.

• As soon as Natasha heard that, a chill ran down her spine.

• Kenneth cast a glance at the woman lying on the gurney before answering, "I've already found her. She sustained some injuries, but her life is not in danger. We're going to the hospital now, so you guys don't need to worry too much."

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"Really? Mommy is really fine?" A delighted voice rang out from the other end of the phone.

• When Kenneth lowered his head to look at Natasha again, the latter had already closed her eyes.

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"Yeah, she's fine," Kenneth asserted.

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"Then, which hospital are you heading to?"

• "I'll send you the location when we arrive and have someone pick you guys up."

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"Okay!"

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"Be good, and don't worry too much." Kenneth comforted Denise for a bit before he hung up the phone.

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Having done that, he turned his gaze back to Natasha.

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However, Natasha's eyes were already closed, and she appeared as though she had passed out.

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Regardless of whether she was faking it, Kenneth was determined to slowly settle the score with her when she had recovered.

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Right then, he was really glad that she was fine.