But when she got to know from Warren that Stella would run away from the wedding, she felt both glad
and annoyed.
She was glad that she could finally replace her. She was annoyed that she could only follow Stella‘s lead
and pray that she‘d receive a little alms or something she did not want.
But none of that mattered anymore.
As long as she could marry Weston, she was willing to pay whatever it might cost her.
After Mrs. Cohen sent her to the car, she got out.
Though this was agreed upon, she knew it would lead to unfavorable criticism.
The Cohens had given up on this marriage, but Guinevere was just too persistent.
For the sake of saving face, they did not want her to see Weston anymore.
However, she threw tantrums at home, crying and screaming, saying that she wanted to die. Her
madness was too much for them to handle.
Since she was going to turn herself into a laughing stock, they might as well go along with it.
At least they had Warren‘s assurance, and there was a child between her and Weston.
If Weston could come to his senses and treat Guinevere right this time, they would be glad to accept it.
Who else could they blame for having such a disappointing daughter?
The car slowly rumbled through the road.
It went through the gate of the Cohen Old Mansion and headed in the direction of Weston‘s wedding
reception according to the planned route.
At that moment, Weston should have almost arrived at the pier.
Perhaps he had already found out that Stella had escaped the wedding.
It was such an important occasion, but she did such a thing. No man would accept such humiliation. He
would surely not want her anymore.
Guinevere‘s heart was filled with joy and happiness.
She had to let him know who the one who loved him the most was and the one that would never betray
him!
While she was immersed in happiness, suddenly...
Bang!!!
She was jolted by a loud bang from the front of the car.
Unable to react in time, she was thrown forward violently and nearly hit the back of the front seat.
“Don‘t you know how to drive!”
She couldn‘t help but snap at the chauffeur. “What an idiot!”
The chauffeur‘s face turned white. “Ms. Cohen, there was a truck in front...”
Perhaps today was such a special day for Guinevere that she had become extremely anxious, fearing
that something bad might happen.
Hearing what the driver said, she became even angrier. “If there is a truck in front, can‘t you just go
around it? Don‘t you know how to handle such things after being a chauffeur for so many years?”
“No, Ms. Cohen, that truck seems to be coming for us...”
“What do you mean by that? That truck...”
Before she could finish, there was another abrupt bang
The car shook violently.
Guinevere now understood what he meant.
She looked at the huge truck in horror. “Why did it suddenly hit US?”
“I have no idea...”
The chauffeur was getting nervous. “Could it be a drunk driver?”
“Get out of here quick! I have to get to the wedding. I can‘t stop here!”
Hearing that, the chauffeur hurriedly swerved onto another lane.
But Guinevere started shouting again. “Where are you going? . That is not the way to the wedding
venue!”
“But the truck is blocking the way. There is no way we can overtake it, so we can only make a detour...”
“In that case, can we get there in time?”
“Not sure. If there is no jam, we should get there in time.” The chauffeur, however, realized that he had
spoken too soon once he made the detour.
With all the limousines on that road, how could there be no congestion?
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