My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Overwhelmed with Shame

It was the height of morning rush hour, and the drivers of the other cars all jumped out. After checking the damage to their vehicles, they started yelling at Amina.

Amina had seen her share of dark moments in life.

She thought yesterday was humiliating, but she never imagined today would be a true nightmare.

People milled about on the busy street while she lay on the ground as several men screamed at her, spittle flying.

They all mercilessly blamed and cursed her...

She couldn’t see the first car in the pile-up, but she could see the one right in front of her.

Through the gaps between the men’s legs, she saw the logo on the wheel: a Mercedes-Benz.

Zeke Walton had told her this was considered a mid-tier luxury car, the kind the upper-middle class drove.

She didn’t have insurance. The cost of repairing this car alone would be enough to bankrupt her.

Now, on top of being dizzy, her stomach started to churn.

The stress of her helplessness was making Amina nauseous. ’I’m so pathetic,’ she thought, disgusted with herself. ’How could I be so useless? So stupid? Should I tell Zeke Walton? Will he be disgusted with me too?’

Just as her world was spinning, a familiar voice called out, "Amina? Is that you, Amina?"

Thankfully, it was a familiar voice. Cecelia Archer had somehow pushed her way through the group of men and was now standing before her.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt badly? Can you get up? Do I need to take you to the hospital?"

"Alright, that’s enough shouting from all of you," she said to the men. "She didn’t do it on purpose, and it’s not like she said she wouldn’t pay for the damages. What’s all the yelling for?"

Seeing a beautiful, well-dressed woman who knew Amina come to her defense, the men finally quieted down.

Cecelia helped Amina sit up. It was as if she’d suddenly snapped out of it; her mind cleared, and the ringing in her ears faded.

"Miss Archer..."

Cecelia said, "I thought I saw you from the car, so I rushed over. I can’t believe it really is you. Are you all right?"

"I’m fine," she said, slowly getting to her feet and stretching her arms and legs. "It’s just..."

Damien Vaughn also pushed through the crowd and joined them.

"Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious," he said. "I’ve already called someone to handle it. We’ll just put it on my insurance."

Cecelia gave her a kind, reassuring nod.

"That’s right, don’t you worry," she added. "It’s just a tiny traffic accident, really. It’s no big deal. Our car is insured, so we’ll just have our insurance take care of it. You don’t have to do a thing."

Amina had never had a driver’s license and knew nothing about insurance.

"But there are so many cars... Won’t it cost a lot?"

"That’s what insurance is for—to pay for claims when accidents happen. The insurance company pays the bill, not us. You don’t have to be afraid."

While they were talking, Damien Vaughn had already picked up her electric scooter and was now speaking with the other drivers.

Maybe it was his distinguished air and impeccable manners, or perhaps it was his obviously high status, but the drivers’ previous arrogance completely vanished. Each one was more polite than the last when speaking to him, stopping just short of bowing and scraping.

Looking at the kind couple, Amina felt a sting in her nose and had to fight back tears.

"I’m so sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you."

Cecelia gently adjusted her helmet.

"Nonsense. We’re all friends. This is nothing. You look a little pale, though. Are you feeling unwell? Maybe you should take the day off. I can take you to the hospital."

Amina didn’t want to go to the hospital.

To her, a hospital was just a bottomless money pit.

She wouldn’t go unless the pain was unbearable.

Besides, after nearly causing such a disaster, how could she have the nerve to go rest at a hospital?

"No, I think I was just shaken up. I’ll be fine in a bit. I’m making you late for work."

Cecelia chided her gently, "Damien and Zeke Walton grew up together like brothers. You’re a good friend of Zeke’s, which makes you our friend too. Please don’t be so formal with us."

Cecelia comforted her for a little while longer. By then, Damien Vaughn had resolved the issue, and the other drivers got back in their cars and drove away.

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