“Don’t be scared. Where are you? I’m coming right now!” he exclaimed, filled with concern.
By the time he arrived in the passenger seat with Zolenn, the traffic police had already handled everything. Yzail’s relief was obvious once he saw I wasn’t hurt, but I couldn’t ignore the sight of her sitting next to him.
Calmly, I asked, “When did you two get so close?”
He knew exactly what Zolenn had done to me, yet here she was, by his side. Had he already decided to make me the bridesmaid, leaving him with no need to hide the affair anymore?
Yzail looked a bit guilty, rubbing his nose as he replied,
“Lanaya, I went to the hospital to get our premarital checkup report and ran into Zolenn. When she heard you were in an accident, she insisted on coming to check on you.”
I watched them coldly, barely keeping my emotions in check. Then, I asked, “Is she here to check if I am dead?”
Yzail’s face darkened. “Lanaya! Watch your words! Apologize to Zolenn!”
Zolenn, eyes brimming with fake tears, reached for my hand hesitantly.
“Lanaya, I’ve regretted what I did for the past two years. I know I ruined your dream of playing the piano. It was my fault. Can you forgive me?”