Chapter 993
Chapter 993:
“Anika!” Marcel blurted.
She turned her face away, refusing to meet his eyes.
Marcel stared at her, eyes wide, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Slowly, his arms fell to his sides. He pressed his lips together, then forced himself to stand.
“I understand.” His voice was hoarse, restrained. “I’ll leave for now. But I hope you’ll really think this through. I’ll be waiting for you. Always p>
“All right p>
Anika drew a deep breath, her nod hesitant. She had no idea how to face Marcel now that she was carrying a life inside her—a life she wasn’t ready to be a mother to.
She didn’t turn around until the door to her hotel room clicked shut behind him.
Marcel, on the other hand, walked out of the hotel in a daze. Every step felt heavy, his mind clouded by Anika’s decision. He climbed into his car and started driving back to the film set.
But he was so lost in thought that he barely registered the road. His eyes reddened without him noticing. He drove on autopilot, instinctively avoiding other cars.
Anika’s face—especially the look in her eyes when she refused him—kept flashing through his mind, stirring a mix of pain and helplessness. In a brief moment of distraction, his grip slipped, and the car lurched into the stone guardrail.
Bang!
The black car slammed into the railing with a violent crash. Gray smoke billowed up as the front end crumpled, the impact shattering the windows. Marcel slumped against the driver’s seat, blood streaking down his face, his vision washed in red.
As his consciousness began to fade, he forced himself to stay awake. With trembling hands, he fumbled for his phone. He found Anika’s number and pressed call, lifting the phone to his ear as his thoughts blurred.
“Hello?” Anika answered, calm but tired. “Marcel? Is that you p>
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“Anika…” Marcel tried to smile, but his voice came out thin and weak, as if he were clinging to it with his last strength.
Blood dripped from his forehead and smeared across the screen. Hearing the strain in his voice, Anika’s brow tightened with concern.
“What’s wrong? Where are you? You p>
Marcel cut her off. “Anika, listen to me. I… I got into an accident. I think I’m dying. I’m sorry for everything that happened before p>
He inhaled sharply, pain blooming in his chest with each word. His eyelids grew heavier as he fought to stay conscious, struggling to hold on.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, but I called you because I need to tell you that… I love you. But p>
Marcel smiled weakly, his mouth filling with blood. “I love you. If I die, you can… go on with the abortion. I think… it’s what you want, and I want to respect your decision. I’m sorry, Anika p>
His voice grew fainter and fainter until he no longer had the strength to speak. He truly believed he was going to die.
His fingers slackened, and the phone slipped from his grasp, clattering onto the seat.