Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1751

Before Raeleigh could walk far, a loud bang ensued at the gates, causing her to pause for a moment. By the time she went back to the front door, an accident had already transpired at the gates.

Seeing the servants making a mad dash there, Raeleigh knew something horrible must've happened.

She couldn't turn a blind eye now. The car crash was nasty, and people were injured.

Since Jared crashed his car into Crevor's, he was fine, but the car was a scrap now.

Raeleigh stood inside the manor impotently, but she did not blow her fuse.

What happened had happened; it would be useless even if she killed Jared, let alone blame or yell at him.

But-

Jared had let his head get the best of him.

Coming out of the manor, Raeleigh peered at Crevor, who stood rooted to the spot. She nodded at him. "I'm sorry. How do you want to settle this?"

Jared emerged from his car with a bleeding leg.

Raeleigh locked her brows into a deep furrow as she looked over at him before turning to Bernardo. "Call Xanthus and ask him to come home. Help Mr. Robertson inside. Make it fast."

Jared said, "I'm okay. Don't bother about me."

Raeleigh's countenance was a picture of frostiness. "Who calls the shots around here, me or you?"

Jared did not reply, neither did he move.

Bernardo dared not come forward. Raeleigh did not intend to force Jared into anything either. Consequently, she glanced at Crevor.

Crevor was hot under the collar, but he did not explode at Raeleigh.

"I didn't expect your subordinate to be so reckless. My chauffeur is injured."

Raeleigh turned around, her eyes straying to the chauffeur. Indeed, he had gone unconscious.

"Let's send your chauffeur to the hospital first. All the compensation will be on me; I'll try my best to ensure he gets the proper treatment."

As she spoke, Raeleigh had already called the ambulance, and it took them no time to rush to the scene.

Keeping her phone away, Raeleigh asked, "Mr.

Doyle, would you like to come in for a drink?"

"No, I'm concerned about my chauffeur. I'll wait."

Crevor furrowed his brow deeply, glaring daggers at Jared as his expression darkened.

"Then I'll come over later."

With that, Raeleigh went to Jared. "Go in with Bernardo; I'll treat your leg in a bit."

Jared gave Crevor a contemptuous look while still refusing to do as Raeleigh said. Raeleigh had no option but to threaten him, "Do you want me to call Jepherson and get him to give the order?"

Only then did Jared walk away, going into his residency.

Raeleigh did not go and check on Jared as she had said but approached Crevor instead. "Mr. Doyle, since you aren't willing to head inside, I will stay here and accompany you."

"It's too cold out here. You have a frail body, to begin with. Just go in. You can rest assured I will drop this matter. My chauffeur has been working for me for many years. I will tell his family about it; I won't put you in a tough position. Since he's your subordinate, I won't make things difficult for you no matter what his purpose was."

Crevor's words took Raeleigh aback. She didn't expect him to be so reasonable.

Raeleigh hesitated momentarily. "I'd prefer that as well; that's why I've never thought of letting Jared take accountability for this incident. Anyway, I really appreciate your decision."

Raeleigh was only speaking her mind, but it rendered Crevor shocked. Staring at Raeleigh, he asked, "Do you hate me?"

Raeleigh prevaricated his question by looking at the unconscious chauffeur. "It isn't important to me; what I'm worried about now is Jared."