Charles stuttered, unable to find an excuse. His father then spoke up, "If you hadn't hit Sanning, she wouldn't have gone out to drink. She wouldn't have hit anyone if she hadn't drunk. And Charles needs to take care of us. Your parents are already dead, you have no one to care about!"
I glared at him until he shut up.
The family cried and begged all night.
As dawn broke, I pretended to relent. "At least let me see the injured person first. If Sarah accidentally killed her, I need to be prepared to face the consequences."
They exchanged nervous glances before making a call. After a while, they reluctantly agreed to take me to a hospital in town.
In the hospital bed lay a woman, wrapped in bandages and looking severely injured.
But her face was radiant, and I recognized her immediately.
She was Charles' new wife, the one he married after I went to prison.
But I still suppressed my immense hatred.
I watched as she pointed at me and shouted to the nurse, "It was her! She was the one driving drunk and hit me!"
The nurse glared at me before leaving to call the police. I didn't stop her.
The room fell into an eerie silence as we waited for the police.
I kept silent.