Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 173

In the dead of night, a car sat idle in a desolate alley, its lights snuffed out. The dark vehicle blended into the thick shadows, like a phantom prowling the night.

Miranda gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, while her eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. There lay an unconscious man sprawled across the backseat. Speaking softly into her phone, she explained the situation to Mila on the other end.

It was sheer bad luck.

After New Year, work had been relentless with a pile of cases demanding her attention. One particularly tight case involved a financial dispute, where tensions boiled over today, resulting in a physical altercation. The police were summoned, and she rushed over to mediate. By the time she managed to calm the parties involved, it was nearly dawn.

The client lived on the outskirts of town, and she encountered no one on her drive back. Out of nowhere, a figure dashed from the shadows, crashing into her car. The suddenness of it nearly scared her out of her wits.

Recounting this to Mila, Miranda's voice was laced with frustration, "He was clearly trying to stage an accident. Thank goodness I was driving cautiously; otherwise, I might have run him over!"

That would have been a nightmare—an innocent life taken just like that.

"What about him now? Is he alright?" Mila asked anxiously, recalling how Miranda mentioned the man was bleeding profusely.

"He's still breathing," Miranda assured her.

Mila took a deep breath, "Did you call the police or an ambulance? We need to get him help fast. As long as he's alive, we can figure the rest out. You're a lawyer, Miranda; you know how serious this is."

"I wish it were that simple!" Miranda whispered, lowering her voice. "If only it were just a car accident…"

When the man hit her car, she was initially stunned. But as she got out to check on him, he suddenly sprang up, forcing her back into the vehicle at gunpoint.