Then he turned to me, his tone filled with cold contempt. “Aria, you brought this on yourself. Your mom got hit because she was faking an accident. You shouldn’t have dragged Brielle through endless lawsuits. She even had to pay to fix her car after your mom wrecked it, and she never asked you for a dime. That’s called kindness. But you, you just kept pushing. With a heart as rotten as yours, it’s no wonder your mother died early!”
The words had barely left his mouth when a familiar voice cut through the crowd.
“Who did you just say is dead?” my mother asked sharply, stepping out from the onlookers.
