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.

not take her. Can't you see she's staging this for compensation? You people talk big,

yet a kind

shook her head as she cradled her knee, signaling she

you stand up?" the

again, Quinn shook her head. The pain was too

state only fueled the man's anger. "Look at her, trying to deceive us all. This is nothing

her hands on the ground, attempting

does she have to

who don't obey traffic regulations. Regardless of whether these individuals were staging accidents, once they got injured while crossing the road, the drivers inevitably got implicated Many

seen those old folks who cling to you

Bro, we'll

miss, you better leave now, or when the police come later, you won't be able to