Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
Chapter 433

As I snapped my gaze away from the rear-view mirror and back to the road ahead, a scream tore through my throat. I saw a panel van was barreling straight towards us. To make matters worse, we were on a winding road with a gentle slope, and the van had already rounded the bend, speeding downhill due to the gentle curve.

Our car had just suffered a brutal rear-end collision and was desperately trying to straighten up to avoid another hit. In the chaos, we had strayed into the oncoming lane. In a brief heartbeat, the jeep behind us picked up speed.

The van's driver realized the danger, laying on the horn in a series of shrill, desperate warnings.

But it was clear-we were trapped.

The jeep behind us was now hugging the right one-third of our vehicle, overtaking us and showing no signs of slowing down.

The van was clearly trying to decelerate, but it was still moving too fast. There was no time for reverse gears; the panel van was charging at us. My mouth agape, eyes bulging, my body froze as my mind blanked out. A silent wail echoed in my heart-I was going to die.

With less than a hundred meters separating us from the oncoming threat, our car jerked, veering to the left.

My hands clung to the handle for dear life as the sudden turn sent my body slamming into the door before collapsing to the left.

It was our only option; the vehicle to our right sought to trap us between itself and the van, leaving us nowhere to turn. A collision would be catastrophic, undoubtedly.

The van driver, sensing our move, instinctively steered to their left as well-a gut reaction.

This move put our adversary under fatal pressure. We were now fully in the wrong lane, and Hannah's sharp turn had brought us close to the left edge. Everything happened too fast!

I had no clue what was unfolding or what the consequences might be. My soul felt like it had already left my body.

The blaring horns, the looming shape of the van, the yellow lines slipping past the headlights, and the overwhelming presence of the van bearing down...

In the next instant, our car skimmed past the van's swaying body, narrowly avoiding a catastrophic encounter.

I felt the rear of our car swing wildly to the left, followed by a deafening crash...

Fear gripped me; I wasn't sure if it was our car that had made that terrible sound. But I felt the van's impact on our tail.

The speed had been so intense, the van's body passed by like a towering beast, grazing us with a chilling screech, then striking our rear.

Chills ran down my spine as I screamed instinctively, my body slamming into the right door before being jolted back.

Meanwhile, the vehicles behind the van, unaware of the chaos ahead, swerved to avoid the van's abrupt turn. In a panic, another driver corrected his steering, and his car whisked through the narrow gap between our car and the van's rear.

Our car was now being squeezed onto the edge of the roadbed, still charging forward.

Despite Hannah's desperate attempts to regain control, the car's momentum carried us forward, and the vehicle began to tip over...

Our bodies tilted with the car, leaning towards the downward slope.

I closed my eyes in despair. It was over.