"Thud!"
A loud noise echoed.
Harry North got thrown far by a black car, like a kite whose string got cut mid-flight, drawing a long parabolic arc before falling to the ground.
He lay there, a heap stained with blood.
Immediately, he passed out.
Screams of horror rose from the crowd, "A car accident!"
From the car, a pudgy man alighted, hurriedly picked up Harry and shoved him back into the vehicle. With a blood-stained hand, he trembled at the wheel and drove towards the hospital...
Ella Lacey stood behind, calm and seemingly unperturbed.
Yet, underneath, there was a flicker of unease. Had she gone too far?
Would Harry die like this?
Phantom pains from that moment on the cliff-top, however, restrained her compassion for Harry.
She had seen with her own eyes her beloved one getting killed by the person trusted the most.
The despair and terror from that scene, she would never forget...
—
Ella's university first year supplementary exam went smoothly.
