Love Unspoken

A piercing screech of brakes made Quinn's scalp tingle, the car grazing her body. Her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground, the vehicle coming to a halt just within centimeters of her.

Shortly after, the car door swung open, and a man stormed out, livid, approaching Quinn and launching into a tirade, pointing fingers and hurling accusations. "Are you aiming to get yourself killed? If you want to die, find somewhere else for it. What the f*ck are you doing running in the middle of the road? If I had hit you with my car, it would've been your fault!"

Feeling helpless, Quinn sat on the ground, the pain in her knees becoming belatedly apparent amid the man's harsh reprimands. The front of the car had indeed brushed against her knee.

Quinn looked up at the furious man, who was bald and had a face full of fat. Seeing Quinn remain silent, the man grew even angrier. "Why are you still sitting on the ground? Are you staging accident for compensation? Forget about it! I won't give you a single penny. Get lost!"

Quinn bowed her head and, enduring the pain in her knees, tried to stand up, but the agony was piercing with every movement.

"What, you really want to stage an accident for compensation? Let me tell you, my car has a dashcam. Lying here won't have any good."

Several passing cars came to a stop, with onlookers gathering to spectate and intervene.

"I think this girl might be injured. It would help if you took her to the hospital," one person suggested.

Can't you see she's staging this for compensation? You people talk big, but it's not

kind

head as she cradled her knee, signaling she

you stand up?"

head. The pain was too intense; every attempt

"Look at her, trying to deceive

bit her lip, bracing her hands on the ground, attempting to stand

why does she have to go around

traffic regulations. Regardless of whether these individuals were staging accidents, once they got injured while crossing the road, the drivers inevitably got implicated Many sympathized with

shame! You haven't seen those old folks who cling to

individuals ought to be subject to repercussions. Bro, we'll testify for you, it's her

when the police come