The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 966 A Car Accident

"I didn't give it much thought," Susan responded as she lowered her head. "Mr. Han is my boss, but he apologized to me earnestly and begged me to forgive his girlfriend. He looked so sincere that I had no heart to refuse his request. So I agreed."

Though Sheryl was angry at how it ended, she finally stopped blaming the girl. With a wry smile, she said, "We are done with this topic. Things had already happened, so it's useless to scold you now." Letting a sigh, she continued, "It's getting late. Go to sleep. I got to go."

Before she left, she reminded Susan to think twice before making a decision. She didn't step out of the Su family's apartment until the latter nodded in agreement.

Sheryl had been engrossed in her thoughts on her way home. According to what Susan said, George had learnt what Holley had done to her. However, he didn't bring it up in front of his girlfriend. Instead, he hired people to investigate on her.

'Now I understand why George would look into Holley. It looked like he didn't trust her as much as he did before,' she thought.

In between thoughts, she suddenly looked up and saw a suspicious car on her rear-view mirror. She kept driving and noticed that it seemed to remain behind her. It then crossed her mind that she was being followed. So she sped up deliberately, but the car behind ran faster too. She made a turn and took a detour with the thought that she would get rid of the car, but to her surprise, it remained to follow her at a distance.

Flustered, Sheryl stepped on the gas in an attempt to lose it. Unexpectedly she hit another car that appeared in front of hers.

"Bump!" The air bag went off as Sheryl slammed on the brakes. As a result, her face got buried in the air bag. She looked outside the car window and saw how the car behind drove past her as if nothing happened. But she wasn't able to see the driver's face since the car window was closed.

Before Sheryl could mull over who would follow her, the driver of the car she bumped into stepped out furiously. After checking the rear end of his car, he strode to the side of her car and knocked on her car window violently. She had no choice but to roll down the window. With an irritated look, he shouted at her, "What's wrong with you?"

As Sheryl didn't respond, he went on grumpily, "Didn't you see that the red light was on? Have you lost your mind?"

"Oh, sorry. I am so sorry," Sheryl apologized in embarrassment. She didn't get injured, but she didn't get over the shock. After regaining her composure, she pushed the car door and stepped out. "So what do you want?" she asked calmly.

A fat woman from the passenger's seat got out, walked straight to the driver's side and examined Sheryl from head to toe. Before the man could open his mouth, she said arrogantly, "What did you mean? It's your fault, so watch your tone."

Sheryl frowned at the woman. "I'm not going to run away from my responsibility. It's my fault. I was inquiring about your opinion on how we can resolve this. There are two ways to settle it: I can give you some money or you can contact the insurance company. I am okay with either of them."

"The former," the woman said.

"The latter," the man answered at the same time. The man and the woman didn't seem to reach an agreement. Raising her brows, Sheryl turned to both of them and suggested, "How about you two discuss it first and then tell me your decision?"

The woman pulled the man a few feet away from Sheryl before she seethed, "Did you hit your head? How could you make such a stupid decision?"

"Why not?" the man argued, and he seemed confused as he looked at her. "It's not our fault, so we can get a sound compensation from the insurance company. Isn't it good?"

"Oh my god, why did I marry a simpleton?" the woman whined and glowered at him. "Look at that woman. She is dressed in designer clothes. Her car is not bad too. She must be rich. Now that she is willing to pay us some compensation, we can blackmail her and get a generous amount of money. I despise such stupid and rich people like her."

Noticing the hesitant expression on the man's face, she cast a disgruntled glance at him. "Just shut up while I negotiate with her.

Do you hear me?" she commanded. "I don't think it's a good idea, honey," the man retorted with a scowling face.

"What are you talking about?" With a contemptuous look at him, the woman snorted, "You are just a coward. I finally understood why you couldn't make a fortune."

Darting a scornful glance at him, she urged, "Remember to hold your tongue. Let me do the talking."

The man remained silent.

While the two were engaged in a discussion, Sheryl made a call to Charles and asked him to pick her up. Since her car broke down, she also needed to get it repaired. Actually, Charles already learnt about Sheryl's accident even before he received the call. He was already on his way to her when she called up him.

"Excuse me," the woman began as she approached Sheryl. "We reached an agreement."

Sheryl had been contemplating on the identity of the driver of the car who had followed her. The woman's voice brought her back to reality. With a polite smile, she responded, "I am sorry for getting you into trouble. It's my fault. Please name your price. I will do anything to satisfy your requirements."

"Now I am feeling better," the woman said with a fake smile. She made up her mind to swindle a large sum of money from her. Staring at her target, she proposed, "It's a bit late now. I don't think it would be a good idea to call the police. Besides, you already apologized to us sincerely. So we decided to settle it out of court."

The woman made it sound like they had been taken advantage of. To make Sheryl believe that they didn't mean to give her a hard time, she went on, "My husband and I had a discussion and we believed that you didn't hit us on purpose. It's already late. If we call the police, it would be a waste of time. So we think you can just give us some money as you please."

"Thank you for understanding," Sheryl responded. As a matter of fact, she didn't want to call the police. She couldn't help but tremble with fear at the thought of her accident. Now she was in no mood to deal with police officers. She thought it would just be best to settle it with money.

Sheryl bent down and took out her purse from her car. As she opened it, she found two thousand dollars inside. She then checked the couple's car and saw some scratches on it. 'It takes approximately ten thousand dollars to get their car repaired,' she thought.

But since the couple stayed to settle her mistake, she took out all the cash from her wallet. Looking guilty, she said apologetically, "I am really sorry for making you terrified. I have $2, 000. Please take it." Before she could finish her words, the woman threw a dissatisfied glance at her. With a sneer, she said, "Seriously? You intended to use two thousand to settle this? No way."

Sheryl was confounded. She didn't know what else this woman wanted.

She knew that she was responsible for the accident which was why she decided to give them that much. In fact, her car was the one that was badly damaged, while the couple's car was only slightly scratched. This was the cheapest car she had in her house. Three years ago, she spent all of her savings on this car.

With a baffled look at the woman, she clarified, "Excuse me, ma'am, I don't know what you meant."