Chapter 103 The Car Accident
Lydia was embarrassed. Dalton caught the details. “Meryl, you really did it to piss me off, and you’re even planning on chasing after Uncle Chandler. Do you have any shame?”
Ethan, who had been silent, suddenly chuckled, “Dalton, you are wrong. How can a woman chasing a man be considered shameless? This is bravery. Didn’t you hear what Meryl just said? You are through. It has nothing to do with you whom she chases after?”
Dalton squinted his eyes. “Ethan, at least you had a blind date with Meryl! She didn’t like you and instead pursued Uncle Chandler. You don’t mind losing face. Yet, you’re adding fuel to the fire.”
“Why do I lose face? You’re the one who cheated, not me. Besides, not many people know about our blind date. Dalton, are you afraid that she will really get together with Chandler and become your elder in the future?” Ethan burst into laughter.
During the argument, they flew into a rage, ready for a fight.
Meryl, not surprised, exited the infirmary with her bag.
Lydia followed her. “You were the one playing the cello in the music room that day, right?”
Meryl didn’t respond and continued walking forward.
“I know it’s you. After that incident, didn’t you stop playing the cello? Meryl, you broke your promise!”
There were not many people outside the company at that moment. Night fell.
Dalton was in a car accident at the age of eighteen. His injury was so severe that he lay in a coma in the hospital bed for several days. Charlotte consulted experts from both domestic and international sources and ultimately rescued Dalton from the brink of death. Few people know that he got into the car accident because of Meryl. It was pouring rain at that moment, and she couldn’t hail a taxi after her cello practice, so he personally drove to pick her up.
She stood under the eaves, holding the cello, and watched as he crashed into an electric pole by the roadside while making a turn. While Dalton was unconscious, Meryl blamed herself and felt guilty, convinced that she had caused him harm. At that time, he should have a crush on her.
To ease her sorrow, she sat alone beside the hospital flower bed and played the cello. The melody was soft and melancholic, enveloping her in a haze from which she couldn’t seem to escape. Then, Charlotte rushed over and smashed her cello.
Meryl thought, “She is right. Dalton almost lost his life for me, so what right do I have to play the cello?” After that, she gave up the cello and never played it again.
“I didn’t play the cello out of guilt for Dalton back then,” Meryl pivoted around and smiled at Lydia. “Now that he’s already dead to me, why can’t I play?”
Meryl relinquished her favorite cello for Dalton. However, Chandler’s desire to hear her performance motivated her to resume playing.
She had a simple dinner near the company and then came back to continue her IV drip. Her fever had subsided, and the final medication in the drip was an anti-inflammatory. Dalton and the others had already left. It was quiet.
Chandler returned to the infusion room after a social event, only to see Meryl with a needle in the back of her delicate hand, her head slumped against the chair, looking pitiful as if she had drifted off to sleep. A nearby light illuminated her entire body. Frowning slightly, Chandler strode over, took off his coat, and gently draped it over her.
Meryl woke up from her sleep. At the sight of Chandler sitting next to her, she was stunned. “Why are you here?”