Bumping Accident | Englot

Chapter 45

Charlotte's POV

"Start from the beginning. What exactly happened?" Isabella asks.

We’ve been on this flight for a few hours, and there are only about 30 minutes left. Olivia woke up confused, and I had to come up with a lie on the spot. Thankfully, she didn’t ask too many questions when she saw Sofia.

Daniel took her and Sofia to the back of the plane so we could talk. None of us said a word for the first few hours.

Before we took off, I called my parents and told them Engfa, Olivia, and I decided to take a last-minute vacation to Italy. They asked a ton of questions, including why we made the decision so quickly.

I spun as many plausible lies as I could, and they finally gave up, telling me to have fun.

"Engfa mentioned it was eerily quiet, and she was right. There were at least eight bodyguards outside the house, but it was dead silent," P'Sun starts explaining.

He’s turned his whole body toward Isabella, not even glancing my way since we got on the plane. It’s starting to feel like this whole situation is somehow my fault.

"Are they all dead?" Isabella asks.

"I’m not sure. I tried to look behind the trees, but I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t even know who we were shooting at. I just aimed where Engfa aimed."

"You shot at someone without knowing if she was targeting the right person?" I ask, incredulous.

While it’s clear they were the right targets, it’s wild to think he would act just because Engfa did.

"I trust Engfa, she knows what she’s doing. Whoever she shot at was the right person," he responds, still not looking at me.

I roll my eyes. "What is wrong with you? It’s not like I shot her. Why are you acting like this?"

This time, he turns, his piercing brown eyes glaring at me. "Since you came into her life, she’s had problems left and right. She’s been irrational."

"P'Sun," Isabella raises her voice in warning.

P'Sun ignores Isabella’s warning and continues, "She got arrested because of you. She was a wreck for two freaking weeks because you left and broke her heart. She was happy before you showed up."

"Saying you're happy isn’t the same as being happy," I snap back.

"P'Sun, if I have to tell you one more time to shut up, I’ll have Pichy deal with you," Isabella warns.

He rolls his eyes and looks away. "Don't listen to him," Isabella whispers. I take a deep breath and nod. "What are you going to tell Engfa's friends? They’re at her house almost every day, they'll know something’s up."

"We sent people to talk to them. Engfa was planning to come clean about everything, so our team is telling them. If they’re okay with it, we’ll fly them here," P'Sun answers.

I nod and stay quiet for a few minutes before remembering something I meant to ask Engfa but forgot.

"Pichy said she’s been sober for almost six years, and I remember Engfa saying something about not drinking for that long. Are those two things related?"

Isabella hums, "Pichy relapsed a few times. She couldn’t do it alone, so when she and Engfa met, Engfa offered to quit drinking with her."

"She stopped drinking for Pichy?" I ask, surprised.

"Yeah, it was surprising. She was only 19 when we all met, yet she was so mature for her age."

"That’s really young."

"It is, but Pichy didn’t force her into anything. It was all her choice. Living this life was her choice."

"Is it hard, living this life?"

Isabella sighs, "At first, it was for me. I couldn’t understand it. But I’m so in love with Pichy that I can’t imagine life without her."

"But you’re always in danger," I point out.

"Pichy keeps me safe. Sometimes, yes, things like this happen, but I can handle the danger if it means being by her side. She has my heart, and she keeps it safe."

I wipe away the tears threatening to fall and lean my head back on my seat.

"I don’t know if I can do this," I say with my eyes closed.

"No one’s forcing you to. Whatever you decide, Engfa will be okay with it. As long as you’re happy, she will be happy too," Isabella replies softly.

I open my eyes and look at her. "Do you think she will be okay?"

Isabella sniffles and looks away. "You’ll always have us as a family." That’s all she says before turning to gaze out the window.

I glance at P'Sun, who is now staring at me. This time, he’s not glaring but just observing. I think he’s projecting his guilt onto me. I do believe some of this is my fault, but I also think he feels responsible for her being hurt.

As much as he hurt my feelings, I can’t be mad. We’re all in an unprecedented situation, and everyone’s feelings are valid.

"You should buckle up, we’re about to land," he says, then looks away.

I fasten my seatbelt and gaze out the window. My heart feels like it’s lodged in my throat. I need to see Engfa.

The plane lands, and I hold on tightly. When it comes to a complete stop, P'Sun is the first to get out of his seat. Isabella and I follow.

"Daniel will take the kids to Isabella and Pichy’s house. Engfa’s plane just landed as well. We’re all going to the hospital," P'Sun states.

He exits the plane, and I follow. "Welcome to Rome," Isabella says from behind me.

I hum in acknowledgment as we step outside. Immediately, I see at least 30 people dressed in black by SUVs. To my right, I notice another plane. My eyes lock with Pichy’s. She looks at Isabella and then back at the plane.

Isabella and I start walking towards them, but P'Sun stops us.

"Don’t. You don’t want to see her like this."

I give him a puzzled look. Is he talking about Pichy? My question is answered when a stretcher is brought out of the plane. Isabella and I both gasp, and she reaches out to hold my hand.

Three people in white coats follow the stretcher, along with Pichy. It’s hard to see clearly from here, but it appears Engfa is on her stomach, not her back, with a sheet covering her body except for her head.

They roll the stretcher towards us, and I glance to the left, seeing an ambulance waiting. The doctors’ worried expressions make me squeeze Isabella’s hand tighter.

"Her pressure is dropping, we need to move quickly," one of the doctors says. They hastily pass us and head towards the ambulance.

Isabella releases my hand. We both stand there, watching the ambulance leave. My knees give way, and I nearly hit the ground, but P'Sun catches me.

"Hey, look at me," he says, holding my face and helping me stand. "She’s going to be fine. She’ll come back to you. We’ll be with you every step of the way, no matter what happens." His words, though surprising given his earlier hostility, provide some comfort.

"Come on, let’s go to the hospital," Isabella gestures towards one of the SUVs. The three of us walk to the car and get in. P'Sun takes the driver’s seat, while Isabella and I sit in the back.

I’m unsure how I feel about any of this, about what Engfa is involved in. But I do know two things for certain. First, I just want her to be okay. And second, the world moves too fast and too slow all at once, and I’d follow her anywhere, just to hold her hand a little tighter.

I never thought I’d experience emotions with such intensity. But it’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.