Chapter 398

A black SUV tore through the road like it’d lost its mind, heading straight for Lucien's mom’s car. She tried to swerve, but the car spun out and slammed into a big tree on the roadside. The front crumpled in an instant. But the SUV didn’t stop. It sped forward a bit, then suddenly reversed and rammed into the back of her car—again and again—like it was trying to smash it into scrap metal. Only when her car was just a twisted pile of junk did the SUV finally stop. The doors opened. Angelina Miller stepped out, followed by a bulky man with a rough, intimidating face. On-screen, Angelina had her arms crossed, her face devoid of even a hint of warmth—just cold arrogance. She threw a few words at the man. "Go check. Is she dead?" Lucien’s pupils shrank. He couldn’t believe it—every drop of blood in his body seemed to freeze. The Angelina he knew, the woman who used to be sweet and gentle, the one who’d risk everything to save his mother… How could she look like this? So cruel, so cold-bloo