Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband - Chapter 1415: 1415: Who Will Help Me!

Chapter 1415: Chapter 1415: Who Will Help Me!

Panicked, Camila Walker reacted first, abruptly turning the steering wheel sharply, but it was still too late; all she could hear was the violent crash, and in fear, she quickly released the steering wheel, burying her head next to the car window on her right.

With the sound of urgent brakes, Camila Walker clearly felt the car body being struck. She thought she was a goner, pressing her body tightly against the position of the car window, until everything around her quieted down. Only then did she, still in shock, open her eyes and lift her head…

The red sedan was now a mangled wreck, with only a small space left on the passenger seat. As for the driver’s seat…

Camila Walker turned her head in horror, only to see Nina Adams sprawled across the steering wheel, no, not sprawled, but… squashed against it!

Clearly, the medium-sized truck that had just tipped over was perfectly crushing the top end of the driver’s seat, squeezing Nina Adams entirely onto the steering wheel!

Gazing at Nina Adams, who was compressed to the point where only half of her body was visible, Camila Walker was so shocked that her eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Her body trembling, it took her half a moment to regain her senses, yearning to escape from this terrifying space.

She didn’t know whether Nina Adams was alive or dead at this moment, but the car was really too horrid, too dangerous. Her first thought was to quickly open the car door and flee!

She had no idea if the truck on the roof might fall again, crushing the entire red sedan flat. If that happened, would she still have a life to live?

Thinking about this, Camila Walker, her soul still shaking, turned her head, struggling to open the car door.

Thɩ𝗌 𝗰hа̄p𝙩єr 𝚤𝐬 p𝕠𝑠𝘵𝖾𝗱 b𝘺 Ҡ𝘪ƚ𝓮𝙣𝐨𝓋𝓮𝗅

But to her dismay, as she desperately pulled at the door handle, trying to open the door, it wouldn’t budge!

She panicked, agitated, somewhat at a loss.

The compact car had been hit by the truck causing the top to become uneven, and as a result, the door was jammed shut and couldn’t be opened.

Meanwhile, on the roadside, a series of gruesome traffic accidents were unfolding, too ghastly to witness, and many passersby, upon seeing this sequence of tragedies, stopped in their tracks, anxious for those inside the vehicles. Some had already taken out their phones to call 110 and 120 for help!

“Someone please help me… someone please help me!” Inside the car, as Camila Walker watched the onlooking crowd outside the window, her anxiety caused her to cry uncontrollably, desperately calling out to the people outside the car for rescue.

Suddenly, a drip-drip sound came through, carrying with it a strange smell.

She turned her head, trying to locate the origin of that strange sound. When she turned around, she was shocked to find that gasoline from the demolished windshield of the truck was trickling drop by drop into their sedan…

In an instant, Camila Walker became petrified, watching in horror as the gasoline kept dripping down.

A few seconds later, her panic returned to her, and she called out to the onlooking crowd outside the car window, crying for help, “Someone help me! Help me open the door!”

If she didn’t get out now, she really would die here!

For a moment, Camila Walker’s mind was filled with images of Clayton Howard and her daughter. She didn’t want to die, didn’t want to leave them…

Meanwhile, in the private villa.

When Clayton Howard came home from work, he saw only his daughter sitting on the sofa watching TV. He looked up in confusion and scanned the room.

“Belinda, where is Mommy?” He walked over and sat down on the sofa, indulgingly lifting his daughter onto his thigh, caressing her smooth hair strands and the roundness of her little head.