Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

When Maisie and Farley walked out of the building, they were still on cloud nine.

Sure, they didn't snag the fifty million jackpot, but hey, five million wasn't too shabby either! Even if she lived ten more lifetimes, Maisie doubted she could ever earn that much money.

The mother-son duo was planning to head back to their hotel when suddenly, a pickup truck came barreling towards them.

At first, the truck seemed to be moving at a normal pace, so neither Maisie nor Farley paid it much mind.

After all, vehicles usually yield to pedestrians, right?

But as the distance between them closed, the truck unexpectedly sped up, charging straight at them. "Mom-"

Farley was petrified, instinctively crying out for his mother.

Quick on her feet, Maisie grabbed her son and dodged out of the way. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Didn't you see us? Can't you drive?! What, are you blind, or is your head filled with water? You've got the nerve to nearly hit someone? In a rush to meet your maker, are you?!"

"We're talking compensation here, no way around it!"

Maisie, hands on her hips, positioned herself in the middle of the road and launched into a tirade.

"Just so you know, this isn't over until we say it's over! If I hadn't thought fast, we'd die right now. We demand to go to the hospital, get every test done, see if there are any injuries. And even if there aren't, that doesn't mean you're off the hook because you've caused us a serious fright."

"No matter what, you're not escaping a hefty fine for emotional distress="

Farley immediately threw himself on the ground, starting to roll around and wail, "Mom! I'm gonna die from fright! This is too horrifying! I feel like I'm losing my mind. Is it daytime or nighttime? Why is everything pitch black before my eyes?"

The mother and son duo were perfectly in sync, a well-practiced routine.

However, the driver, donning a baseball cap, merely smirked coldly at the spectacle before-

Flooring the gas pedal!

rant came to an abrupt

pupils dilated

floor-to-ceiling window,

flowed

his watch; it had been half an

Time for results, surely?

And sure enough-

later, his phone

answered but

other end, a

expressionless, asked, "Are

area, cameras everywhere, I couldn't make another

only need to

"... They're not dead."

As expected.

though his voice remained icy, "So, would you

"...I'm sorry."

"Your fee is halved."

"...Okay."

his gaze turning frosty as he stared out the window. Meanwhile, the truck driver took off his baseball

thought he

for a

wasn't foolish enough to

jail for such a

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