I pressed my lips together and waved dismissively.
“Since you agreed, I don’t mind.”
“Why don’t we settle this right now—find a witness, record a video, and call it closed?”
Michael’s expression tightened, almost constipated.
His voice even shifted as he sneered, “What’s this got to do with me? Why would I agree?”
“Don’t forget—the one who died was your dad!”
That mocking look appeared in his eyes again.
It was the same look he’d worn when Robert had first been paralyzed in a car accident—when instead of caring, his first reaction was to avoid responsibility.
“Your dad’s paralysis is your family’s problem. Don’t add to the burden of our little family.”
Later, when he realized it was actually his father who had been hit, he suddenly changed his tune.
I said nothing, simply pulling out my phone.
He just snorted, shaking his head. “Fine! Record it. You always make things difficult!”
With that, he shoved me aside. “You’re blocking Sophie from the breeze—can’t you see she’s sweating?”
Sophie leaned on his shoulder, flashing me a smile as if declaring her territory.
Michael’s mouth still didn’t stop.