CHAPTER 895: CHAPTER 895: PURSUING LYDIA INGRAM

But people’s instinct to survive is a natural reflex; Lydia Ingram wouldn’t let go of the slightest hope.

Yes, he didn’t care about Monica Usher anymore, even though the woman was carrying his child. But in a life-and-death moment, Lydia Ingram didn’t think of her at all.

The sunlight was golden at the mansion on Wutong Road.

Seven or eight maids watched over Monica Usher, allowing her relative freedom but not a step outside the mansion. They all thought Lydia Ingram would still pay them a high salary every month, so they were somewhat arrogant.

"Ugh~"

Monica Usher, dressed in pajamas, leaned over the toilet, one hand bracing the bowl, the other clutching her chest, vomiting with great discomfort.

Her face was pale, her stomach churning as if she were going to throw up her insides.

"Ugh~!"

The maids sat on the sofa in the living room, occasionally glancing towards the restroom, but not too worried.

They knew this woman wasn’t favored; she was just pregnant, and they looked down on her from the bottom of their hearts.

"What’s wrong with being a woman?" Someone rolled their eyes and muttered, "Why be a mistress with no name or status? It’s not getting a good end."

"Ugh~" The sound of Monica Usher’s discomfort came again.

"Sigh." Another person glanced towards the restroom, a little concerned, "Should we report to Mr. Ingram? Wouldn’t all this vomiting be dangerous?"

"Yeah, after all, she’s pregnant." One frowned, "If something happens to the child, we can’t bear the responsibility."

At this point, Mrs. Goldman also couldn’t help but say, "Although vomiting is a normal pregnancy symptom, it’s not normal for her to vomit so long." She couldn’t bear it any longer.

Someone admired their freshly done nails and replied, "Then call Mr. Ingram; whoever wants to call, go ahead."

When there are more people, everyone tries to shirk even the tiniest responsibility.

In the end, it was Mrs. Goldman who made the call, letting it ring again and again, but Lydia Ingram did not answer.

He was busy escaping for his life, speeding away with no time to answer his phone.

Three cars roared behind him, desperately chasing! Not giving him any chance of escape.

"Damn it!" He cursed lowly.

The endlessly ringing phone made him even more irritable, his face extremely grim.

Lydia Ingram held the steering wheel with one hand, took out the phone, and threw it hard onto the passenger seat, breaking it so it would no longer ring.

"Quit calling!"

At this moment, a large truck appeared sideways at the intersection ahead!

Lydia Ingram returned his hand to the steering wheel, his pupils dilating infinitely! He urgently slammed on the brakes!!

Screech—!

The car rocked unstable, the screeching brake sound loud as thunder! Extremely piercing!

The tires left two thick black marks on the big road!

At the critical moment, Lydia Ingram closed his eyes with a death wish, yet the car miraculously stopped!

Stopped half a meter away from the truck, incredibly without crashing into it!

But Lydia Ingram was nearly scared to death, his face white as he reopened his eyes, his breath pausing for several beats.

The large truck’s tail swiveled and roared away!

Lydia Ingram gathered himself, just about to restart the car, when seven or eight vehicles approached from all directions, surrounding him!

Car doors opened, agile men quickly jumped out, everyone held up their guns, aiming at Lydia Ingram in the driver’s seat!

Lydia Ingram’s expression fell apart, utterly shocked by this movie-like scene.

Just as Lydia Ingram was about to resolve to fight to the death, stepping on the gas to charge out, police cars, shouting and wailing, arrived one after another!

Probably in dozens, surrounding him in layers upon layers.

Clearly, the road was blocked off.

"Get out of the car!!"

The leading man held up a gun, the muzzle pressed against his driver’s window, his hunting eyes exuding an imposing air.