Stella leaned back, and her voice was steady but firm. "She crashed into me."
"Rachel said you dashed out and intentionally collided with her," Haynes replied, his tone as cold as his gaze.
Stella tilted her head to meet his eyes, which were as inscrutable as a winter night. "So, you believe Ms. Pearce?" she asked.
Haynes paused, his silence stretching the moment. "Rachel has no reason to crash into you."
Stella retorted, "And I have a reason to do that?"
Haynes held her gaze, his eyes sharp and unfathomable. "So, did you do it on purpose?"
"No."
The room fell into a thick silence. The only sound was the distant hum of hospital machinery.
After what felt like an age, Haynes broke the silence with a sharp tone. "Get some rest. I'll look into this."
Stella watched him leave, her expression unreadable. She knew he didn't believe her. He was biding his time, waiting for evidence. If he believed her, he wouldn't have asked the question in the first place.
Not long after Haynes left, Stella's phone buzzed with a call from Antoney. "Star, I heard about the accident. How are you holding up? Is it serious?"
Stella's brow furrowed slightly. "How did you find out, Antoney?"
His voice was low, almost a whisper. "It's all over the news, Star. Are you okay?"
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