Shaking her head in pain, she seemed to realize that she was in great danger. She struggled to support her body and climbed little by little to the emergency lane, holding the pen tightly in her hand.
There was a flash of light along with the sound of a car whistling over.
"No! No!"
I screamed as the car crushed over Dora's body in the video.
When she was rolled to the bottom by a truck, her body quickly disappeared from the sight.
"Dora... My Dora must be in so much pain..."
I collapsed to the ground, crying helplessly.
With the help of the police, I got up and sat down on a chair. The truck driver walked up to me and bowed to me a few times. He then said, "I'm sorry that something like this happened, but as you can see, your daughter must have been dead when she hung up under my car..."
"And I'm a victim... I rely on driving around to make money to support my family. Now, everyone knows about it. I was slandered for drunk driving by the media, and I inexplicably became a murderer. My car became an omen..."
As he spoke, he cried. "My wife is in poor health. She is waiting for me to make money to treat her... What should I do..."