CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: WHY DID HE SAVE HER? SHE DOESN’T NEED TO BE SAVED

Sitting in the passenger seat, Hamilton, who had already resigned himself, felt like he almost flew away.

Watching them start off and immediately take the lead, his eyes widened.

Today, the cars at the racetrack have roughly similar performance; the start depends solely on the driver’s reaction.

From that second, he saw clearly that this young master popping out of nowhere really knew how to race. Although he still felt the chances of winning were slim, he at least felt slightly relieved, thinking the odds of a deadly crash had decreased.

Soon, they passed the first corner, still in the lead. Hamilton looked at Amelia Wright differently.

Generally, corners in racing are the ultimate test of skill, and also the chance for experts to overtake, yet they remained in the lead.

This scene, not just for Hamilton, but for anyone at the racetrack who wasn’t a fool, they could see Amelia Wright’s driving skills were impressive.

Even Elijah Jefferson raised his eyebrows; this little guy seemed to refresh his understanding of her, time and again.

Before long, it was the second lap.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Hamilton observed front and back, suddenly frowning and reminding, "Be careful ahead; someone deliberately slowed down, lagging us by a lap, probably preparing to intercept you."

The reality was just as Hamilton said, a car blocked Amelia Wright directly ahead, trying to force her to slow down.

However, Amelia Wright slightly curved her lips, not only did she not slow down, she accelerated and charged forward.

She looked like she was going to crash right into it.

Hamilton yelled, "Heavens, have you gone mad? What are you doing?"

It wasn’t just Hamilton shouting; the car intercepting Amelia Wright ahead was also scared out of their wits. They only wanted to win the race, not risking their lives, they quickly dodged aside.

Amelia Wright’s speed was too fast; the car ahead hadn’t completely dodged when she rushed through directly, the doors of the two cars scraped together with a piercing screech.

The people in the opposing car were scared out of their minds, sticking their heads out and cursing, "Damn, is this insane?"

If he had hesitated for a second, they would have gone down together!

Hamilton was also soaked in cold sweat, shouting, "What the hell are you doing? Do you want to die?"

Amelia Wright remained calm in demeanor, responding coldly, "Aren’t you the one unafraid of death? You’ve already bet your life, what are you scared of?"

Hamilton, who had always been tough, suddenly lost his nerve.

Next, Amelia Wright embodied the meaning behind the word ’crazy,’ confronting each interception with a lightning rush; as the saying goes, those who are soft fear the hard, and the hard fear those reckless.

And Amelia Wright was the reckless one.

Their car, repeatedly scraped several times, narrowly missed death again and again.

Hamilton tightly grasped the handle, though he usually wasn’t afraid of Miss Milton, he inexplicably feared the person in front of him now.

From the spectators’ stands rose countless screams.

They didn’t even need to know who was inside that car, they only saw a black horse emerging on this racetrack.

Only Elijah Jefferson watched the car with a pensive expression, then looked towards Godfery Shaw, who had been tailing that car.

In this heated atmosphere, it quickly reached the final lap.

Someone in the glasses man’s team was clearly under strict orders, desperate to intercept Amelia Wright even if severely injured.

Two cars lined up, blocking Amelia Wright.

Amelia Wright was still unfazed; at such high speed, these two cars didn’t dare get too close, they couldn’t stop her, at most the car would suffer more damage, at most she’d get slightly injured, she didn’t care.

Just as Amelia Wright was about to forcibly break through.

A car behind suddenly accelerated, crashed directly, creating a gap.

Amelia Wright charged through the encirclement unharmed, reaching the finish line.

From afar, she glanced back, meeting the sharp gaze within the black helmet.

The racetrack erupted in cheers.

Amelia Wright suddenly slammed the brakes.

Hamilton, unstably lunging forward, was painfully restrained by the seat belt; now thoroughly frightened by Amelia Wright, even as she braked hard, he dared not get angry, his face pale, asking, "What...what’s wrong with you?"

Amelia Wright quickly opened the car door, running towards the accident behind.

The collided vehicles had a crushed front, windshield cracked like a web, long skid marks on the ground, the car body smoking.

When Amelia Wright ran over, the man in the accident vehicle kicked open the twisted car door, stepping out with long legs.

Blood dripped inside his helmet, shards of glass embedded in his abdomen, his sharp gaze fixed on Amelia Wright, like a wolf finally revealing ambition, extremely dangerous.

Why was Godfery Shaw in the car?

Why crash then?

Did he save her?

But it wasn’t necessary! She could have gotten through just now, at most a slight injury, but she wouldn’t die, she didn’t need rescue...

Amelia Wright’s breath started to quicken, she stepped forward a few steps, reaching out to support Godfery Shaw.

Hailey Smith already rushed over, moving faster than Amelia Wright, supporting Godfery Shaw, seeing the young master’s blood-drenched state, Hailey Smith’s eyes filled with panic, without saying a word to Amelia Wright, supported Godfery Shaw into the car, then floored the accelerator, quickly leaving.

Ordinarily these wounds are just injuries, but for the young master, they’re life-threatening.

This much blood, it’s not just about losing control of emotions!

Amelia Wright’s outstretched hand was left with crimson blood in her palm, stabbing her heart with pain.

Hamilton approached, nervously asking, "What’s wrong with you? Do you recognize the person in that car earlier?"

Amelia Wright seemed to suddenly snap back to reality, frantically taking out her phone, wanting to find Godfery Shaw’s number, but realizing she hadn’t saved it.

In her flurry, she found a contact for Basil Smith, saved only because she’d asked Basil Smith for help with medication previously.

Amelia Wright urgently dialed.

The number was continually busy.

Amelia Wright anxiously paced back and forth.

She kept dialing until the call connected; Amelia Wright hurriedly asked, "Where’s Godfery Shaw? Where did Hailey Smith take him?"

Basil Smith’s tone was somber, suppressing anger, "Young Madam only needs to manage her own affairs. She doesn’t need to concern herself with the young master’s matters."

Amelia Wright merely repeated, "Tell me, where is he!"

From the receiver, Basil Smith’s anxious footsteps were clearly audible.

After a long while, Basil Smith finally spoke, "First Hospital."

With that said, Amelia Wright hung up, turning to run.

Hamilton hurriedly called after her, "Wait, where are you going? I have a car, I’ll take you there!"

"To First Hospital."

Seeing the person in front seeming off, afraid something would happen, Hamilton forcefully had Amelia Wright sit in the passenger seat, while he drove.

Sitting in the car, Amelia Wright lowered her head, staring at the blood in her palm, this blood seemed to transform into a sea of blood, slowly swallowing her, unease, fear.

She was near suffocation.

Hamilton watched this person in the passenger seat; this overly oppressive atmosphere made him fear speaking, what’s happened?

This guy stayed calm in life-and-death situations at the racetrack, what could make him panic like this?

Was the person in that accident car someone important to him?