"Sorry to disturb you. I''ll talk things through with Debra," said Juan,


    His gaze stayed fixed on Debra, trying to read her emotions, but since he entered, Debra hadn''t spared him a nce, "Debra..." Ralph started.


    Debra knew what he wanted to say. "Uncle Ralph, I''ll go now."


    Ralph held his breath. "Safe trip."


    Debra nodded and then followed Juan out of the house.


    "You go head. I''ll drive my own car."


    Debra headed towards the garage. Juan grabbed her hand, frowning." Are you still mad?"


    Debra remained silent.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Juan spoke softly, "I was wrong to lose control."


    "That''s not the issue at all." Debra withdrew her hand. "Let''s talk about it


    when we get home."


    Debra turned and entered the garage Juan watched her back, lost in thought.


    The two cars drove on, one behind the other. Knowing Debra was upset, he didn''t speed up, just silently following.


    The streets were empty and eerily quiet. Debra yed soft music, contemting how to discuss divorce with Juanter. The traffic light ahead turned red, and she braked. It didn''t work, and she was stunned.


    ''This car...


    Juan nced at the traffic light and called her. "You just ran a red light. It''s dangerous to drive like this."


    Debra had already tried braking several times. Now she knew there was a problem with the brakes.


    She calmed herself down and said, "My brakes aren''t working."


    "What?"


    "The brakes are malfunctioning!"


    Debra turned pale. She hadn''t been driving too fast, but there was a speed bump ahead. If the car kept going like that, an ident would be inevitable. Juan was taken aback. "Don''t panic. Head towards the outskirts, where there are no people. Try to avoid sharp turns."


    Debra did her best to calm down. Not far ahead was another traffic light. She quickly changed her route.


    Juan looked around and spoke solemnly into the phone. "Maintain your speed. Hold on tight."


    Debra was stunned. "What are you going to do?"


    Juan hung up the phone, stepped on the gas, and quickly caught up with


    Debra''s car.


    Debra rolled down her window and shouted at Juan, who was driving alongside her, "What are you doing? Stop!" Ignoring her, Juan stepped hard on the elerator, swiftly turned the wheel, and blocked Debra''s car.


    Then there was a loud bang, followed by a powerful collision.


    Both cars stopped. Debra''s ears rang painfully as she mmed into the


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    airbag. ss shards from the window cut her skin. Her whole body ached, and she didn''t know where she was hurt.


    Struggling to keep consciousness, she opened her eyes but saw only smoke blocking her view.


    "Juan..." Debra tried to speak, but it was incredibly difficult.