John panicked, "Lena, don’t make a scene!"
"Bring it on, I’m not messing with you. Amy and her son are innocent!"
Less than half an hour later, John rushed over, panting.
Afraid of my outburst, he dragged me and Emma into the car and floored the accelerator.
"Why are you doing this to Emma and me?"
John slammed his fist on the steering wheel in frustration.
"I feel sorry for Amy and her son. They’re all alone, so I just wanted to help."
"And who says a school is only good if it’s in a wealthy area? Why are you being so selfish, clinging to this one?"
"Selfish? John, if you say any school is fine, why didn’t you let Ben go to that school?"
John slammed on the brakes, "That’s impossible. That school only takes left-behind children and orphans, it’s not a good environment..."
He suddenly stopped talking and glanced at the backseat, where Emma was in tears. He softened his voice.
"It’s just a temporary measure. I’ll get more money and buy a new house, then we can transfer Emma back."
"Give Emma’s spot back right now! Or I’ll make a scene at the school!"
John panicked. "Lena, when did you become so unreasonable?"
In the middle of our argument, an out-of-control truck came barreling toward us.
The world spun, and our car was thrown out of control, crashing hard, and I lost consciousness instantly.
"Mom, it hurts..."
I heard Emma’s cry and forced my eyes open. The car had pinned Emma and me, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.
Emma’s face was pale, "Mom, my leg hurts so much..."
Only John was unharmed, "Don’t be afraid. I’ll get you out!"
In the chaos, his phone rang.
"John, Ben’s school opening party is about to start. Where are you?"
"Amy, I’m in the middle of something urgent..."
Amy's voice suddenly choked, "John, do you regret helping us now?"
"Forget it, I’ll give the spot back. We’ll leave tonight and never come back..."
