Love Me or Crash the Spaceship—He Chose the Latter! - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Preston fell into a long dream.
In the dream, he ignored Sage Sinclair and her entire family's pleas, controlling a spaceship as it crashed straight into Earth.
In the blinding white light, everyone turned to ash before his eyes.
The scene suddenly shifted.
He gripped the steering wheel, driving Sage and her family toward the dark ocean surface.
In the rearview mirror, Sage's desperate pounding on the car window cut through his heart like a knife.
"No, Sage!"
Preston jolted awake, his clothes soaked in cold sweat.
He gasped violently, tears rolling down uncontrollably.
So everything Sage had said about "dying three times" was true.
And the first two times, he had killed her with his own hands.
He had to see Sage immediately!
Preston ripped the needle from the back of his hand and was about to get out of bed when his father pressed him firmly back down.
His father's face was terrifyingly dark, but he said nothing.
His mother by the bedside was already in tears:
"Preston, the Sinclair family has formally requested to break off the engagement. That heartless bitch Sage Sinclair—you blocked a vase for her and got hurt this badly, and she turned around and said she wanted to break up."
"You've been unconscious for three days, and she hasn't come to see you once. The doctor issued three critical condition notices, and when we begged her to see you one last time, she actually turned off her phone!"
After speaking, his mother cried breathlessly.
His father suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth in the hospital room:
"From now on, never mention Sage Sinclair again! All cooperation between the Ashford and Sinclair families is terminated!"
"Don't bring up your marriage to Sage Sinclair anymore. All future cooperation with the Sinclair family is canceled!"
His mother nodded in agreement.
But Preston's expression grew increasingly dark, his voice cold as ice: "I don't agree."
His father whipped around, his gaze sharp: "What did you say?!"
Preston calmly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looking seriously at his mother:
"Mom, don't talk about Sage like that. This is all my fault from the beginning. I'll bear all the consequences."
"Our engagement won't be canceled. I will definitely get Sage back. Cooperation between the Ashford and Sinclair families continues as usual. If you can't support this, at least don't interfere with our affairs."
Both parents' faces turned iron-gray, but they were helpless against their precious son and could only silently compromise in the end.
Preston didn't immediately go find Sage.
He understood that unless he resolved Marina's situation first, Sage wouldn't be willing to see him.
In the visitation room, Marina wore an prison uniform with cold handcuffs on her wrists.
The once vibrant and beautiful woman was now haggard and worn.
Seeing Preston, she just pulled her mouth into a mocking smile and said nothing.
Preston's voice was terrifyingly calm:
"Tell me, why did you want to hurt Sage and me?"
Marina glanced at him dismissively:
"Because I love you, of course. Unrequited love!"
Preston laughed coldly.
After four years of first love, he knew Marina's eyes too well when she loved someone.
But now her eyes held only hatred.
"Tell the truth," his voice dropped.
Marina suddenly turned vicious:
"You killed my husband and my two-year-old son! You made this child in my belly lose his father before he was even born!"
She hysterically pounded the glass. "Why should I let you two be happy?!"
Preston frowned:
"I had no idea you were married. How could I have killed them?"
Marina suddenly pulled her mouth into a tragic smile:
"The young master of the Ashford family in Huston is really something—even proposing to your girlfriend required advance promotion on the Global Radio! I was driving when I heard that broadcast and got distracted for just one second. In that one second... the accident happened. My husband and two-year-old son died on the spot. I was the only survivor in the family!"
She stared at Preston, her voice trembling:
"How ridiculous, Preston Ashford. Why don't you tell me—do I love you or hate you?"
Preston's throat choked up, his voice hoarse beyond recognition:
"I'm sorry, Marina. But don't do anything foolish anymore. You still have the child in your belly."
Marina froze for a moment, then suddenly covered her face and cried:
"Preston Ashford, the biggest regret of my life was dating you for four years."
Preston couldn't say another word and walked out in a daze.
At the time, he had simply loved Sage too much and wanted to announce their happiness to the whole world.
He never imagined that this joy would become the catalyst for Marina's family's destruction.
Preston didn't think he was wrong, but the guilt followed him like a shadow.
He suddenly felt a splitting headache as memories from previous lives flooded back like a tide.
In Marina's suicide notes from the previous two lives, she had accused him of causing her to lose her family.
But she had also fabricated even more vicious lies.
She claimed that to prevent her from returning to the country, Sage had hired thugs to assault her, and that's how she got pregnant.
The overwhelming guilt and rage had caused his instant breakdown, leading him to choose to drag everyone to their deaths.
Only now did he understand that Sage had been innocent from beginning to end, yet he had killed her with his own hands twice.
His heart felt like it was being torn apart. Preston collapsed to his knees, trembling all over.
He knew that dying agony all too well.
How could his Sage ever possibly forgive him?
In the dream, he ignored Sage Sinclair and her entire family's pleas, controlling a spaceship as it crashed straight into Earth.
In the blinding white light, everyone turned to ash before his eyes.
The scene suddenly shifted.
He gripped the steering wheel, driving Sage and her family toward the dark ocean surface.
In the rearview mirror, Sage's desperate pounding on the car window cut through his heart like a knife.
"No, Sage!"
Preston jolted awake, his clothes soaked in cold sweat.
He gasped violently, tears rolling down uncontrollably.
So everything Sage had said about "dying three times" was true.
And the first two times, he had killed her with his own hands.
He had to see Sage immediately!
Preston ripped the needle from the back of his hand and was about to get out of bed when his father pressed him firmly back down.
His father's face was terrifyingly dark, but he said nothing.
His mother by the bedside was already in tears:
"Preston, the Sinclair family has formally requested to break off the engagement. That heartless bitch Sage Sinclair—you blocked a vase for her and got hurt this badly, and she turned around and said she wanted to break up."
"You've been unconscious for three days, and she hasn't come to see you once. The doctor issued three critical condition notices, and when we begged her to see you one last time, she actually turned off her phone!"
After speaking, his mother cried breathlessly.
His father suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth in the hospital room:
"From now on, never mention Sage Sinclair again! All cooperation between the Ashford and Sinclair families is terminated!"
"Don't bring up your marriage to Sage Sinclair anymore. All future cooperation with the Sinclair family is canceled!"
His mother nodded in agreement.
But Preston's expression grew increasingly dark, his voice cold as ice: "I don't agree."
His father whipped around, his gaze sharp: "What did you say?!"
Preston calmly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looking seriously at his mother:
"Mom, don't talk about Sage like that. This is all my fault from the beginning. I'll bear all the consequences."
"Our engagement won't be canceled. I will definitely get Sage back. Cooperation between the Ashford and Sinclair families continues as usual. If you can't support this, at least don't interfere with our affairs."
Both parents' faces turned iron-gray, but they were helpless against their precious son and could only silently compromise in the end.
Preston didn't immediately go find Sage.
He understood that unless he resolved Marina's situation first, Sage wouldn't be willing to see him.
In the visitation room, Marina wore an prison uniform with cold handcuffs on her wrists.
The once vibrant and beautiful woman was now haggard and worn.
Seeing Preston, she just pulled her mouth into a mocking smile and said nothing.
Preston's voice was terrifyingly calm:
"Tell me, why did you want to hurt Sage and me?"
Marina glanced at him dismissively:
"Because I love you, of course. Unrequited love!"
Preston laughed coldly.
After four years of first love, he knew Marina's eyes too well when she loved someone.
But now her eyes held only hatred.
"Tell the truth," his voice dropped.
Marina suddenly turned vicious:
"You killed my husband and my two-year-old son! You made this child in my belly lose his father before he was even born!"
She hysterically pounded the glass. "Why should I let you two be happy?!"
Preston frowned:
"I had no idea you were married. How could I have killed them?"
Marina suddenly pulled her mouth into a tragic smile:
"The young master of the Ashford family in Huston is really something—even proposing to your girlfriend required advance promotion on the Global Radio! I was driving when I heard that broadcast and got distracted for just one second. In that one second... the accident happened. My husband and two-year-old son died on the spot. I was the only survivor in the family!"
She stared at Preston, her voice trembling:
"How ridiculous, Preston Ashford. Why don't you tell me—do I love you or hate you?"
Preston's throat choked up, his voice hoarse beyond recognition:
"I'm sorry, Marina. But don't do anything foolish anymore. You still have the child in your belly."
Marina froze for a moment, then suddenly covered her face and cried:
"Preston Ashford, the biggest regret of my life was dating you for four years."
Preston couldn't say another word and walked out in a daze.
At the time, he had simply loved Sage too much and wanted to announce their happiness to the whole world.
He never imagined that this joy would become the catalyst for Marina's family's destruction.
Preston didn't think he was wrong, but the guilt followed him like a shadow.
He suddenly felt a splitting headache as memories from previous lives flooded back like a tide.
In Marina's suicide notes from the previous two lives, she had accused him of causing her to lose her family.
But she had also fabricated even more vicious lies.
She claimed that to prevent her from returning to the country, Sage had hired thugs to assault her, and that's how she got pregnant.
The overwhelming guilt and rage had caused his instant breakdown, leading him to choose to drag everyone to their deaths.
Only now did he understand that Sage had been innocent from beginning to end, yet he had killed her with his own hands twice.
His heart felt like it was being torn apart. Preston collapsed to his knees, trembling all over.
He knew that dying agony all too well.
How could his Sage ever possibly forgive him?
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