Earlier, when I spoke to my uncle again, he told me to stay put outside the emergency room. He assured me he would handle my dad and Eden himself.
He also warned me not to completely fall out with my dad before he arrived. If pushed into a corner, my dad might do something desperate—and I was the one in danger.
The longer my mom remained in the emergency room, the more anxious I became. My palms were clammy with cold sweat.
Then, Eden arrived. The moment I saw her, I got instantly burned with rage. I clenched my fists, seething with the urge to tear her apart.
She walked up to me, her face a mask of innocence. "I already heard from your dad about what happened, but I wasn’t the one who hit your mom," she said smoothly.
"I was with my son all day—I didn’t go anywhere."
"My car was stolen last night. I even reported it to the police. I truly sympathize with what happened to your mother and I deeply regret it."
"Rest assured, once they catch the hit-and-run driver, I’ll make sure they pay a heavy price."
My dad quickly chimed in. "Thank you, Ms. Watson, for coming all this way. It was just a misunderstanding—please don’t take offense."