No Wife, No Life Chapter 158

Everyone was acutely aware that it wasn't merely a race; it was a deadly contest.

Caden was the main target, with fifty other drivers determined to take him down, no matter the cost.

As the game began, Caden and Connor's cars broke through the pack, crashing into the surrounding vehicles with a deafening roar.

Caden knew he had to give it everything he had to survive.

He couldn't afford to let his guard down for even a second.

He sped through the course, but suddenly, a car burst out from the forest, heading straight for him.

Caden quickly drifted to the side, narrowly avoiding the collision. But just as he dodged, another car came at him from the opposite direction.

He smashed through both cars and broke free again.

But soon, more cars came crashing into him, one after another...

The cars trapped him in a corner together, continuously ramming into his vehicle.

Meanwhile, Caden's assistant was distractedly driving Dennis to the test center, his mind preoccupied with Caden's situation.

Just then, an SUV came barreling towards them.

The assistant swerved to avoid it, but the impact was unavoidable.

The car flipped over, landing upside down on the road.

Dennis felt his head slam into the windshield, and blood trickled down his face.

The assistant crawled out, gasping for breath, and struggled to pull Dennis from the wreckage.

Dennis's shirt was soaked in blood, a gash across his chest.

"Dennis, you'll be okay. I'll get you to the hospital right now."

Caden had entrusted Dennis to him; he couldn't let anything happen to him.

The assistant supported Dennis while hailing a taxi in the middle of the road.

Dennis wiped the blood from his eyes with his sleeve and spoke firmly, "Bandage me up and take me to the test center."

"Are you crazy? You can't go to the test like this!" The assistant was incredulous, insisting on taking him to the hospital.

Dennis said firmly, "I have to take the SAT. Caden told you to get me there."

He had to take the test; it was his promise to Harper and Caden.

The assistant, seeing his determination, took a deep breath.

That relentless drive was something he had only seen in Caden and Harper.

Reluctantly, he bandaged Dennis's wounds and instructed the driver to head to the test center as fast as possible.

They arrived with twenty minutes to spare before the first exam.

When Dennis stepped out, he immediately drew a crowd.

The place was swarming with reporters and police, with students already lined up to enter.

A bloodied student showing up was bound to attract attention.

"What happened? Was he in an accident?"

"Can he even take the test like that?"

People who recognized Dennis started to shout.

"Dennis? The top student from Summit Heights High? What happened to him?"

David and the school principal, who had come to send off the examinees, observed the scene with ashen faces.

"Dennis, what happened?" David's face darkened. Seeing Dennis covered in blood was heartbreaking.

"Can you still go on? If not, I'll call an ambulance right now. You can take the SAT next time."

David was concerned for his well-being, fearing something worse might happen during the test.

Dennis shook his head. "I'm fine. I can take the test."

His resolve was unshakable.

David knew his character well. After a moment, he patted Dennis's shoulder. "Alright, but if anything happens, don't push yourself."

Dennis nodded and headed into the test center.

As soon as he left, reporters swarmed David, bombarding him with questions.

"David, was that student from Summit Heights High?"

"What happened to him? Did he have a car accident? Shouldn't he be in a hospital?"

"Is he Mr. Walker's top student?"

David's mood worsened, his face growing darker. "Sorry, we'll address everything after the test."

The SAT bell rang.

Dennis sat at his desk, feeling dizzy and nauseous. He fought the urge to vomit and focused on his test.

When the first exam ended, he collapsed onto his desk.

"Are you okay?" the proctor asked, noticing his flushed face. "You have a fever. Do you need a doctor?"

Before she could finish, David burst in with a doctor.

Someone carried him out quickly.

"I just need to bring down the fever. I have another test this afternoon. I have to take it."

He mumbled as he was carried away.

As he lost consciousness, he thought, 'Caden gave me a chance to live. I can't let him down.'

Meanwhile, the situation at the Devil's Racecourse grew more dire.

Fifty cars relentlessly attacked Caden's vehicle.

One hit, two hits... forty-five hits...

This wasn't a race; it was an assault by death itself.

Finally, the cars retreated.

Just as Caden was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a louder roar filled the air.

A truck was approaching him.

A group of maniacs determined to kill him today.

In the end, the truck rammed his car off the track.

...

Caden slowly opened his eyes, unsure of how much time had passed.

Everything was pitch black. His body ached, and he couldn't feel his legs.

There was blood dripping in the car, as if he were on the verge of death.

His body grew heavier, his eyelids drooping.

Thankfully, his phone was still in his hand. He clutched it tightly.

If these were his final moments, he longed to hear Harper's voice one last time, to gaze upon her face once more.

Caden thought, 'Harper, will I ever see you again?'

With his last bit of strength, he typed a message to Harper: [I will always love you.]

He blacked out before he could send it.

Night fell, and the area was deserted, silent.

A shadowy figure followed the GPS to the crash site.

He saw the wrecked car and the phone on the ground.

He also saw the message on the screen.

Caden would always love Harper?

He picked up the phone and deleted the message.

His eyes were cold, a mocking smile on his lips.