Chapter 543 It’s Rachel

They had been at the hospital for so long. It was strange that the driver had not shown up yet.

Dante remained silent, casting a glance at Chandler instead.

Chandler frowned, confused. “What are you looking at me for? I didn’t hit her.”

Dante replied, “It’s Rachel.”

The corridor fell silent instantly, with no one speaking for a long moment.

Meryl clenched her fists, fighting to keep her emotions in check.

It was actually Rachel who had hit Anne!

Why would she do that?

Turning to Chandler, Meryl tightened her grip, eager to see how he would react to this revelation.

His response could very well influence her decision about their marriage.

Chandler’s brow furrowed deeper as he asked irritably, “Did you see it clearly?”

Dante nodded.

His icy tone made Rachel, on the other end, feel aggrieved.

After the incident, Rachel was at a loss.

It was the weekend, and she had intended to buy a car.

But during her test drive, a pregnant woman suddenly appeared in front of her.

Although Rachel had gotten her driver’s license years ago, she had been away for so long that her driving skills were rusty.

In her panic, she had pressed the accelerator instead of the brake, and the car lurched forward, hitting the woman. The fright left her shaken to the core.

The salesman in the passenger seat had been equally startled.

The car Rachel was test-driving was worth a million dollars, and now, with an accident on her hands, the salesman was likely facing termination.

Initially, Rachel had thought about fleeing the scene, but the salesman insisted that a hit-and-run would result in serious consequences, including jail time.

He called the police, and just now, Rachel had finished giving her statement at the station.

When Chandler called, she broke down, crying, “Chandler, I think I’m in trouble. I’m at the police department.”

Chandler rubbed his temples in frustration. Hearing Rachel’s words confirmed Dante’s claim; she was indeed the one responsible for the accident.

“Which police department? Text me the address. I’ll send someone to take care of it,” Chandler said before hanging up.

He caught Walter’s eye and signaled for him to follow.

Walter, taking the hint, turned around and walked out.

Meanwhile, Meryl sat on a chair outside the operating room, waiting silently.

For the first time, time seemed to crawl by, stretching every second into a painful eternity.

Chandler and Dante were in the stairwell, engaged in a hushed conversation.

Meryl kept checking the time, anxiety gnawing at her.

Over an hour had passed since Anne was wheeled in for her cesarean section, and she should have been out by now.

Meryl’s mind raced with worry; what if something was wrong?

Complicated surgeries often took longer than expected.

Just as her anxiety peaked, the operating room door swung open, and Meryl rushed forward.

Yancey stepped out, his eyes red and puffy as if he had been crying. His face was pale, and Meryl’s heart sank.

“How is Anne?” she asked urgently, her gaze darting past him toward the room.

The nurse quietly closed the door behind them.

“The operation is still ongoing,” Yancey replied. “She lost a lot of blood. She hates pain…”