The old man opened his mouth, preparing to insist that the Crawfords hit him.
Yet upon speaking, he found himself telling the truth. “It was my fault. I was going too fast on my motorcycle…”
“I’m old, you know… I… I saw the car coming and couldn’t react in time, so I hit it…”
The words left his children in shock!
His oldest daughter hopped to her feet, fuming. “Dad, what are you going on about?”
The oldest son was frustrated as well. “Don’t be scared of them, they’re trying to trap you into giving them an answer they want!”
The second son, who was the guy in the gray T-shirt from the start, said, “Dad, your mind’s still foggy, isn’t it? They parked the car by the side of the road, how was it your fault?”
The children piped up one after the older, blaming their father for saying the wrong thing.
The old man opened his mouth wanting to say something, but ended up keeping silent.
He could not do anything amidst his children’s frustration. He was a patient who had just come out of a surgery, but could only lay there with trembling lips as his children berated him.
Helpless and pitiful.
Lilly stared at the sight before her in a daze. Had she done the right thing?
The truth amulet had, indeed, gotten the old man to tell the truth.
But because he had told the truth, he had ended up getting yelled at by his children— which mean Lilly was to blame for this.
She had thought that she had been doing the right thing, but that didn’t seem to be completely the case.
Blake carried her into his arms. “I know what you’re thinking about.”
Children had kind, vulnerable hearts, making it easy for them to blame themselves when they saw pitiful things.
“But sometimes, what’s done is done and you shouldn’t look back.”
“There’s no need to think too much about whether you were right or wrong. Don’t overcrowd that little head of yours!”
“There’s even less use caring about what others think of you, as long as you know you’re being a good person.”
Being too kind would make you a doormat, letting others step all over you.
There was no way you could please everyone at the same time.
So, there was no point in thinking about it.
You’d made a choice, so you should stick to it! What could other people do about that?
As long as your conscience was at peace about it!
Blake was the first to leave, with Lilly in his arms.
Anthony’s private medical team had also arrived. A group of medical professionals in lab coats and scrubs came in pushing a brand-new stretcher. For some reason, they looked awfully classy.
They changed the patient’s bed in a matter of seconds, before pushing him out right after.
The Crawfords were not going to stay here and keep listening to the Reed children, all of them leaving at once.
The Reed children saw this, and rushed up to them at once. They blocked the door, refusing to let the Crawfords leave.
Even if their father had admitted himself that he had hit Hugh.
They still thought that their old man had just finished surgery, and his mind was still foggy!
He didn’t know what was going on at all!
Thus, there was no way they were going to let the Crawfords leave.
But of course, a few people were no match for the powerful force the Crawfords were.
In a matter of seconds, all of the Crawfords were gone.
The Reed children then stooped to kicking up as big of a fuss as they could. The police officers came to hold them down, and they shouted that the police force was protecting the rich and being unfair.
It was easy to see when one was blatantly refusing to back down, even when they were clearly in the wrong.
But if people who truly believed they were right kicked up a fuss insisting they were telling the truth and they had been wronged, passers-by would just believe them.
They saw the old man shaking with teary eyes on his bed, wanting to wipe his tears but being unable to move. How sad, how pitiful.
The traffic officers and policemen turned a blind eye to this. They left soon after, telling the Reed children, “We’re just acting by the law. You can make a report if you’re dissatisfied.”
—To people who didn’t know the truth, those words sounded like a threat.
The other patients in the ward and their respective family members piped up at this.
“What’s this? That’s too much, they’re abusing their power! How awful.”
“Ha, it’s not like we haven’t seen this behavior before! Of course people in power would cover for each other.”
“You got even get someone killed or in jail if you’re rich, this is nothing!”
“This just happened to my cousin last month, bla bla bla…”
The crowd was abuzz with chatter.
The Reed children looked towards the elevator, gritting their teeth.
Look how wealthy these bastards are! They’ve got a private medical team, over ten members!
They were taking up all the country’s resources!
It was up to them to determine what was right or wrong, too.
God help us! This was so unfair…
The oldest Reed daughter wiped at her tears, sobbing after every word. “Most rich people aren’t nice at all. You can’t be nice if you want to get rich. Only honest people stick to working a normal job, remaining poor for our entire lives. Rich, evil families like this… It’s a shame my old man is in such a state, with no room to sue…”
The oldest Reed son wore a sour expression. This accident was going to cost so much money, with hospital bills and all the like.
What were they going to do?
Why was this family so evil? Why were even the police not on their side?
Even if they really planned to sue them in court, they had no connections. That family would just walk all over them!
Synjin lay on the bed in unease and discomfort, staring at the ceiling in a daze. His hand with the IV drip in it was shaking violently, and no one even noticed.
He didn’t know what to do. He was old, and the simplest of tasks felt so tiring these days.
He wasn’t going to be able to work after this. Who was going to take care of him after he was bedridden?
