Margaret’s touch made my skin crawl. The scent of her perfume filled my nose, making me gag as I recalled the vile words she had hurled at me and Lily during the crash.
“You mother and daughter are nothing but dead weight. Eight years of marriage and no son to show for it, no contribution whatsoever. Don’t hog this spot—my son is excellent, and plenty of women are willing to bear him children. Who do you think you are?”
Clutching my chest, I forced myself to calm down, carefully adjusting my tone.
“How did the crash happen? Is my mom okay? What about Lily and her mom?”
Margaret sneered.
“Oh, my sweet grandson, even after getting hurt in the accident, you’re still thinking about those two? If they hadn’t blocked our car, would the pickup have rear-ended us? It’s all her fault!”
“Lily is fine. But her mom, Emily Carter, shielded her with her own body. She suffered a severe head injury and still hasn’t woken up. The doctors say she might end up in a vegetative state. If she doesn’t wake in three months, they’ll recommend pulling the plug.”