Before Waylon could say anything, the young woman had already taken a photo of the chipped bumper.
After that, she went to the front to take a photo of the car logo.
She did not recognize the logo, and she thought the logo with two “M”s was from some unknown local manufacturer.
“Alright, I’m done taking photos. Let’s exchange contacts before you leave.”
Waylon impatiently took his phone and sent the young woman his virtual business card.
“I’ve already sent the friend request. My name is Doris Whittaker.”
“Mm,” Waylon replied. He planned to delete the friend request later.
“Okay, you can go now. I’ll transfer the money to you once I find out the price.”
Waylon did not say anything.
Judging from her clothes, he was not expecting her to shell out twenty thousand dollars anyway.
He was not going to worry about that, and he walked toward the driver’s seat.
“Ah! Oh no!”
Waylon heard Doris’ voice behind him. He turned his head around again.
He saw Doris trying to push the stroller with both of her hands, but it did not move.
He noticed that one of the stroller’s wheels was crooked.
“Ah, d*mn it!” Waylon cursed under his breath.
He was going to mind his own business, so he opened the door.
“Excuse me, sir! Please wait!” Doris said.
“What else do you want?” Waylon said coldly.
“The wheel is crooked,” Doris said while pointing at the stroller. “Can you help me straighten it?”
Huh? What did she just ask me to do? Waylon frowned. He thought he had misheard.
He glanced at the stroller. The metal bar was not too thick, and Waylon could straighten it, but it was dirty.
“Sorry to trouble you again, sir, but I really need to send my baby to the hospital,” Doris said pitifully.
The baby began to bawl loudly.
Waylon was suddenly reminded of the quadruplets.
“Let me try.” He walked toward the stroller.
“Thank you so much!” Doris said.
Waylon crouched down and gripped the stroller’s bent frame.
“Hold your baby tight. I’m going to pull,” he said.
“Okay!”
Doris held the baby down with one hand, while her other hand secured the diapers and the cloth bag with the milk bottles.
Waylon gripped the frame tightly and flexed his muscles…
Crack! The wheel split into two.
Waylon and Doris were stunned.
Doris smiled sheepishly. “I guess I shouldn’t have bought things on clearance! It’s so flimsy!”
Waylon stood up, dusted his hands, and took his phone.
“I’ll pay for it. Is a thousand dollars enough?” He said as he approved Doris’ friend request.
“Waylon Adelmar…” Doris whispered as she saw the name on her phone. “Don’t worry about it, Mr. Adelmar. The stroller isn’t worth a lot.”
“There you go, one thousand dollars.” Waylon had transferred the money to her. “If it’s not enough, I can give you more.”
“I said don’t worry about… Ah! The stroller isn’t worth a thousand dollars! I bought it for forty dollars!”
“But…” Waylon felt guilty for destroying the baby’s mode of transport. It would also be very troublesome for Doris because she had to bring along many things.
Waylon noticed that the baby’s face was turning purple. He hoped that it was not pneumonia.
“How are you and your baby going to the hospital then?”
“Ah, don’t worry. I can make it.”
Doris picked the baby up with one hand and clutched the diapers and cloth bag with her other.
Inside the cloth bag were two milk bottles, wet wipes, household keys, her phone, and other things.
The bag was not closed properly, and the items fell to the ground again.
Waylon frowned. Is she really okay?
