Madelyn shot me a venomous look. "Your mom insisted on taking that shortcut, ignoring my advice. You need to compensate me for my medical expenses!" she demanded.
The car accident wasn't something my mom could have predicted. Besides, Madelyn suggested going to the market to buy food.
I glanced at her indifferently. "My mom's legs haven't been good lately. Yet you still insisted on taking her to the market. What were you trying to do?" I asked.
Madelyn struggled to sit up. She lashed out, trying to grab my hair. "It's all your fault, you bitch," she screamed.
I quickly grabbed her wrist, holding her in place. "Blame me for what? Blame me for not lending you money a few days ago, so you went to my house to borrow from my mom?" I asked coldly.
Mom had already told me why Madelyn came today. It was just to borrow money from her.
Madelyn gave up. Her wounds were tearing open and bleeding. "Claire, I need the money urgently. Can you lend me some, please?" she pleaded.
I didn't answer. I took out my phone and called Madelyn's alcoholic father. "Madelyn is in the hospital. Come quickly..." I said.
Madelyn's face turned pale. She grabbed my hand, pleading lowly, "Don't tell my dad. He'll kill me."