Annabelle Linton was wearing her seatbelt, so she only scraped her forehead before passing out against the steering wheel.
Leona Grant watched, dumbfounded, as Vivian Yates' body hit the ground.
'This dream is nothing but accidents!'
Of course, they were all "accidents." All the suffering Annabelle Linton had endured in her past life was being replayed in this dream.
Vivian Yates lay on the ground, covered in blood, as a crowd immediately swarmed around her.
Leona Grant looked at Vivian Yates with a hint of schadenfreude. 'How dare she try to ram Annabelle's car?'
She went over to check on Annabelle Linton, who had only fainted.
Then, both of them were sent to the hospital.
'One dream, and I feel like I've been to the hospital countless times,' Leona Grant thought.
Annabelle Linton was, of course, fine. The car had excellent safety features, the airbags had deployed perfectly, and thanks to her seatbelt, she escaped with nothing more than a scrape on her forehead.
