The old woman looked at Wilbur and grabbed him by the arm. "You hit me, young man! Take me to the hospital."
Wilbur frowned. It was just his luck that he would run into something like this.
What did he have to do with this at all? His car had not moved in the slightest, and this old lady was claiming he had hit her. That was so unfair!
He said, "I can take you to the hospital, but let's be clear here. I didn't hit you."
"You have to be responsible for what you've done, young man! You clearly hit me, how could you say you didn't?"
The old woman grabbed Wilbur's shirt tightly as if she was clinging on for dear life.
Wilbur sighed in exasperation. The old lady had sprained her ankle from her fall and might have even broken her ankle.
But none of that was his fault, not one bit of it.
Wilbur said, "I really have nothing to do with this, ma'am. Let me take you to the hospital so you can get your leg checked out."
"A trip to the hospital isn't going to be enough, you'll have to compensate me! You can't do something like that to an old woman like me!" the old woman fumed, her chest heaving.
Wilbur was starting to get annoyed. Had he really had the misfortune of running into someone so horrible?
Just then, Whitney and Steve happened to be making their way out. They stopped in their tracks at the sight before them.
Whitney hurried over at once. "What happened here, ma'am?"
"This young man hit me with his car, and he's trying to deny it! Young people these days really are awful," the old lady sobbed, wiping at her tears.
Whitney shook her head at Wilbur. "Wow, you being a scammer was the least of it! Not only are you a scammer, but you're shameless too. I can't believe you're refusing to admit you hit this poor woman."
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