She took a long, disdainful look at me. "An old, washed-up woman? Your face is sagging and aging. If I were your husband, I'd be disgusted just looking at you!"
The driver was livid, his face turning bright red as he began to argue with Edith.
But I, unfazed and composed, gently stopped the driver from saying anything further. I smiled and said, "Miss, I don't agree to a private settlement."
I wasn’t remotely angry as she had expected. Instead, I calmly added, "I’m calling the police."
Edith was just trying to intimidate me. She never actually intended to cause a real commotion. If things really escalated and got back to David, she knew very well who would end up on the losing side.
So, when she saw things getting serious, Edith immediately snapped.
"I didn't even hit you, so why the hell are you calling the police?"
She pointed at me and started shouting, "I bet you're just trying to scam people! Look at you—acting all high and mighty, but you’re just another gold-digger! Let's be honest—are you with your husband just for the money?"