My First Love Died, Now My Step Uncle Wants Me-Chapter 146: So Soft

He snatched Warner Zimmerman’s phone.

The news notification on the screen read: At midnight, a car accident occurred on Westfolk Road. A young woman crossing the street while holding a pet collided with a passenger bus. The woman was critically injured and is currently undergoing emergency treatment at the city’s central hospital.

Caleb Rhodes stared fixedly at the photo, his chest heaving with turmoil.

The person in the photo was wearing a white cashmere coat, which was covered in blood.

He had picked out that style of coat himself!

His mind went blank for a second, then he immediately stood up and headed out.

As Warner Zimmerman followed him, he saw that Caleb Rhodes’s hands were trembling.

Within hours, he had turned every pet store in Aethelburg upside down but found no trace of Nina Wynn.

He then deployed a large number of police officers to search every hotel in Aethelburg, but still couldn’t find her.

At this point, Caleb Rhodes was growing desperate and ruthless.

In this unfamiliar place, he had no idea where she could have gone.

Besides, he knew damn well how much she cared about that cat!

The thought of her suffering in some unknown corner made his heart clench painfully.

But he never, ever expected that this would be the news he received.

The city’s emergency center wasn’t far, but he still ran several red lights on the way there.

When he arrived at the hospital, he was told that the young woman from the accident had already stopped breathing. Because she had no identification, her body had been moved to the morgue.

This detail matched Nina Wynn’s situation perfectly.

All of her documents were locked in his safe. The only thing she had on her was her phone.

Caleb Rhodes’s expression grew even uglier, the depths of his eyes frighteningly cold.

The morgue was in the most remote area at the very back of the hospital. By the time they entered, the body had already been placed in a refrigerated drawer.

The hospital director, having been notified, rushed over with a group of people.

They saw only Caleb Rhodes standing before the refrigerated drawer, his expression so cold it was inhuman.

The entire group hung their heads nervously. Not a single person dared to step forward and speak.

They had already experienced firsthand just how ruthless this Crown Prince from Elysian City could be.

The previous director had been taken down just days ago after attending Felix Walsh’s banquet; he was still locked up.

If the person in that refrigerated drawer was really the one he was personally looking for, then their hospital was probably in for a major earthquake.

Anyone involved in the emergency rescue would likely be held responsible, with no exceptions.

In the middle of winter, the entire group was so nervous they broke out in a sweat.

After what felt like an eternity, Caleb Rhodes spoke. "Who was the last person to see her?"

The moment he finished speaking, a middle-aged doctor in his forties or fifties trembled and said in a quavering voice, "It was me, President Rhodes. But... I did my best. The young lady was already gone by the time she was brought in..."

Caleb Rhodes closed his eyes, his face taking on an unprecedented look of devastation.

’He felt as if everything had lost its meaning. He wanted to destroy the world and have it serve as her funeral pyre.’

Warner Zimmerman saw his expression and sensed something was wrong. He hurried forward and grabbed him. "Third Lord Master, the person in there might not be Miss Wynn. Let’s take a look first before we jump to conclusions."

Caleb Rhodes’s face was devoid of expression, his entire being as cold as an ice sculpture. His voice was faint. "Open the drawer!"

’If it wasn’t her, these people should count themselves lucky to have kept their lives.’

’If it was her, then everyone involved in this matter should go to Hell!’

’Including Rosalind Lowell!’

The director stepped forward himself and, with trembling hands, opened the refrigerated drawer.

The CREAKING sound was like a death summons from Hell, fraying everyone’s nerves.

Caleb Rhodes looked at the small form covered by a white sheet, but he didn’t step forward.

Warner Zimmerman slowly lifted the white sheet.

He immediately let out a visible sigh of relief, though his face remained impassive as he said, "Third Lord Master, it’s not Miss Wynn!"

Caleb Rhodes’s head snapped up, and he stepped forward.

It was the face of an unfamiliar woman. Her skin was already ashen, and her features were vastly different from Nina Wynn’s.

Caleb Rhodes felt his body go weak. His frozen heart suddenly sprang back to life, and he could even hear the sound of blood flowing from his heart through every vein in his body.

When he first saw the news, he had been almost certain it was Nina Wynn based on the coat.

From that moment until now, he’d felt as if all his senses and organs had shut down. Now, with the sudden knowledge that it wasn’t Nina Wynn, they just as suddenly returned to normal.

He felt a sliver of warmth return to his body.

At the same time, a sliver of vicious anger slowly began to coil up from the depths of his heart.

’Nina Wynn, you’ve got some nerve!’

’Daring to run away from me again and again, ignoring my calls, and even daring to turn off your phone!’

’What does she take me for?’

He gritted his teeth, his voice as cold as if it had been frozen in an ice cave. "Keep searching!"

「Plainsgate.」

After returning from the mall, Nina Wynn stayed at the veterinary hospital, refusing to leave.

Maybe it was from exhaustion, or maybe it was the relief of knowing Roy would survive. She curled up on the sofa in the lounge and slept soundly from night until almost noon.

When she woke up, she found herself on a small bed, still covered by the man’s jacket.

Finn Prescott was still standing by the window, smoking.

Hearing a sound, he turned around and looked at her intently. "You’re awake?"

Having slept for so long, Nina Wynn’s head was a little foggy. She was dazed for a moment before she asked, "My cat... is he better?"

Finn Prescott looked at her messy hair with a half-smile, tutting. "He’s not going to die. But now I’m in trouble. What do you think we should do about that?"

Nina Wynn looked at him, confused.

Finn Prescott stepped forward, ruffled her hair, and said through gritted teeth, "Caleb Rhodes must have seen you get into my car on the pet store’s security camera, then looked up my license plate and tracked my car. I bet he’s almost here by now. With his personality, he’s definitely going to cause trouble for the Prescott Family. So tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

Nina Wynn stared at him blankly.

Yesterday, she had only been focused on Roy and hadn’t considered that Caleb Rhodes would come looking for her. Now, being suddenly told he was almost here, a sour and bitter feeling welled up inside her.

’Why isn’t he with Rosalind Lowell? What is he looking for me for?’

’He just stood by and watched as Roy was hurt, as he was nearly stomped to death, and he didn’t stop Rosalind Lowell. In his eyes, Roy’s life was worthless!’

’In his eyes, she probably gets the same treatment—her life is worthless, too!’

’Right now, he still has some interest in her—in this body of hers—so he’s willing to show her a little kindness. But once he loses interest, she couldn’t imagine to what extent she’d be trampled on by him and his crowd!’

’Just thinking about it sent a chill through her heart.’

’She had to act first. End all of this ahead of time!’

’End it all before he completely loses interest!’

With this in mind, she reached out, touched Finn Prescott’s face, and whispered, "Finn Prescott, are you interested in me?"

Finn Prescott froze for a second, then his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Her soft, pale hand slid gently across his face, her eyelids lowered. "If you’re interested in me, then don’t be with Crystal Rhodes."

Finn Prescott watched her with that same half-smile.

Then he leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of her body, and stared down at her. "Are you trying to steal me away from her?"

Nina Wynn didn’t speak. Her lowered eyelashes trembled gently, like the broken wings of a butterfly, making one want to reach out and touch them.

Finn Prescott tutted again and reached out to touch those alluring lashes.

’So soft!’

Before he could speak, a furious roar, cold enough to freeze a man solid, erupted from the doorway: "What are you doing?"