It turned out that Mom's car accident was inevitable. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change it.
When I hurried to the hospital, I saw my brother standing alone in the hallway, looking helpless.
My brother blinked his eyes and spoke with grievance, "Claire, I just went downstairs to take out the trash. At that time, Madelyn took Mom out."
I felt short of breath. I was afraid my brother would say the news I couldn't bear to hear in the next second.
My brother sighed. "Claire, you were right. The road near the market has had a lot of accidents lately," he said.
I struggled to hold onto the wall. I asked, word by word, "How is Mom?"
"Mom is fine. She only has minor scratches. But Madelyn...she's in trouble," he said.
Madelyn had multiple fractures all over her body. The oncoming car hit her and knocked her several miles away.
I couldn't hold back my laughter. My brother looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Claire, isn't Madelyn your best friend? Why are you so happy?" he asked.
I let out a cold laugh. "Best friend? More like a demon friend!" I sneered.
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When I went to visit Madelyn in the hospital, I saw her lying on the bed, wrapped in bandages from head to toe.