Miss, My Father loves you

"Sir, bad news! There was a car accident in the south road of the city."

"That road is the only way for Mrs. Daryl to go back to the villa from the Film And Television Base. Why don't you call Mrs. Daryl first?" Dillon said anxiously as he ran to Zack.

Hearing this, Zack's face changed slightly. He took out his phone and looked at the news. In the south road of the city, a taxi and a truck crashed. The female passenger in the car was seriously injured and the scene was being dealt with. 'What did Daryl say just now? She came back by taxi?'

Before Dillon saw Zack called to ask about the situation, he had already taken the key and strode out of the house!

"Dillon, where is daddy?"novelbin

Benjamin, who was upstairs, ran downstairs and asked when he heard his father's car starting. "Young Master."

"Mr. Zack just went out to pick up Mrs. Daryl. Don't worry. I believe Mrs. Daryl will be back soon."

Regardless of what he said, Benjamin picked up the phone in the living room and called Daryl.

"Hello, Bennie?" The phone was soon connected and Daryl's normal voice came from the other end of the line.

"Mommy, where are you now? Why don't you go home?"

Hearing his mother's voice, Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mommy is on the way now, but there is an accident. I might have to wait for a while."

Daryl comforted him, "Good boy, Bennie. Don't worry about Mommy."

After talking with the little guy for a while, Daryl hung up the phone.

There was a knock on the car window and the traffic police was looking for her outside.

"Hello, miss. Did you get hurt just now?"

Because the taxi and the truck in front of them crashed into each other, the cars behind them suddenly changed the lane and braked, and some friction occurred. "I'm fine."

Daryl's knees were scratched, but she didn't want to cause more trouble. She said she was fine.

However, the driver in the front row was not in a good condition and his head was hit.

He couldn't continue to drive the car.

Daryl had no choice but to get off the car. But it was not easy to take a taxi on this road. She was thinking about how to go back.

Just as she was about to call Sofia, a familiar black luxury car came into her sight. The luxury car stopped at the roadside. A tall man with long legs got out of the car, and then passed everyone and the traffic police into the accident scene. "Excuse me, are you the family of the injured? Calm down, okay?"

The police stopped him.

Zack's face was as cold as an iceberg. He warned coldly, "Get out of the way!"

When the policeman was about to stop him, he heard a soft voice from the crowd.

"Zack."

The nervous nerves of Zack collapsed the moment he heard the voice. He turned around and looked at the crowd. Finally he saw her!

"I'm here."

Daryl called him in a low voice.

She walked up to him and apologized to the police, "I'm sorry. He got the wrong person."

Then Daryl pulled him away.

The traffic police was still confused. They had just seen a tall man as steady as a mountain, but now he was pulled away by this slender girl.

Daryl pulled him to his car. When she was about to let him go, he held her hand tightly.

She knew that he might be worried about her, so she comforted him, "Zack, I'm fine. Don't worry."

'Okay. The man, who had a cold face all the way, didn't really feel her existence until he held her slender hand tightly. His face softened a little.

But the next second, when he saw her bleeding knees, he frowned and asked, "Your knees?"

Hearing this, Daryl looked down and found that her knees were a little bleeding. She said softly, "It's fine. It's just a bruise. It's not serious. Let's go back first." "Okay."

After sending her to the passenger seat, Zack returned to the driver's seat and started to drive.

Sitting in the back seat, Daryl looked at the man beside her from time to time.

In fact, she had received a call from Bennie before. She thought that her family had known that she was fine, but he came in a hurry.

Daryl felt warm in her heart. 'Is he worried about me?'

The two returned to the villa. As soon as they entered, Maruko came up.

When Daryl was about to touch its head, she was stopped by Zack. "It's hairy. Stay away from it."

Daryl withdrew her hand and said, "okay."

"Mommy!"

Hearing the noise, Benjamin ran downstairs and ran directly into her arms. "You're finally back!"

"Yes."

Daryl smiled. When she was about to pick up Benjamin, someone stopped her. "Benjamin, have you finished reading?"

Zack ruthlessly grabbed his son's collar and moved him away. He said coldly, "Don't bother your mommy. Her knees are injured." "Ah, Mommy, are you hurt?"

A trace of worry flashed across the little boy's innocent face. "What's wrong?"

"It's not serious."

In Daryl's heart, she felt that Zack was making a fuss. She comforted the little boy, "Bennie, mommy was just bumped on the way back. It's just a little bruise." "You, sit on the sofa."

Not in the mood to listen to her explanation, Zack asked her to sit on the sofa.

"Dillon, give me the medicine box."

"Yes, sir."

Seeing that Daryl was safe and sound, Dillon breathed a sigh of relief.

If anything happened to her today, he had a hunch that the little crown prince was going to collapse and the big devil would blow up!

"Mommy, does it hurt?"

Benjamin sat on the sofa with Daryl. He felt sorry for her.

She just came back home not long ago, but she got injured every two or three days, which made Benjamin feel very uneasy. It doesn't hurt. Daryl reached out and touched the little boy's cute head. "Baby, Mommy is also an adult. It's not a big deal.

"Okay."

Benjamin held her arm and said pitifully, "But Mommy, don't be in danger in the future. Otherwise, Benjamin will be a child without Mommy." "Okay, I promise you." Daryl replied gently.

Knowing that the father and son were so worried about her, she suddenly felt that the five years she had lost might begin to be made up for now. Dillon came with the medicine box. Then, Zack opened the bottle of alcohol and picked up a cotton swab to disinfect her wound.

"Do you want to wipe it with the alcohol?"

Thinking of the pain of alcohol spilling on her wound, Daryl couldn't help but pull a long face.

"Or what?"

Zack looked at her expressionlessly and ordered in a low voice, "Don't move."

Daryl wanted to avoid him, but she didn't dare. She had to let him wipe her wounds.