At that moment, the woman who had been hit hurried over and took Emma's hand. "Dear, I appreciate your kindness, truly. But I have to be honest—I did run the red light. I only scraped my elbow a little. It's nothing serious. Just let them go."
"That doesn't seem right. Let me tell you, ma'am, people like this can't be trusted just because they act apologetic! Character matters. Honestly, I think we should go to the police station and file a report." Emma had initially thought this would end with a simple apology, but now? She was taking charge of this situation.
You're in a hurry, aren't you?
She would drag this out. She had all the time in the world to waste with them.
Ethan Miller approached with a face full of regret. "I'm sorry, we were in the wrong. This lady has a point, but I don't think going to the police station is necessary. Mr. Taylor really has a very important meeting to attend. We can't afford to delay it."
"No, he must come down and apologize to this lady, or we're going to the station to file a report." Emma had made up her mind to see justice done, and nothing could sway her now.
Ethan's face was a mask of anxiety and embarrassment.
Daniel Taylor finally couldn't take it anymore. He reached out, opened the car door, and fixed Emma with a sharp gaze. "Ethan, go to the company first. Tell my father I've arrived in Silverdale. I'll handle things here."
"But Mr. Taylor, how am I supposed to explain this to your father?"
"Isn't it simple? Tell him I didn't check my horoscope today and got bitten by a dog." Daniel's eyes never left Emma.
"Well... alright." Ethan wiped the sweat from his brow, turned, and hailed a taxi to leave.
What?
How dare he call her that?
Emma was furious. Her bright, clear eyes were wide with anger.
Daniel casually looked at Emma, trying to contain his own irritation. He said flatly, "What do you want?"
"Ma'am, what do you think?" Emma turned her head and looked kindly at the middle-aged woman.
The woman who had been in the accident was both grateful and a little flustered. "Since we were both in the wrong, let's just forget it, dear. Thank you. Everyone's busy. I have to catch a bus to see my daughter."
In a hurry?
Why was everyone in such a rush, and she was the only one with so much free time?
"Ma'am, where are you going? Why don't you let him drive you? He should take responsibility anyway." Emma squinted at Daniel. He had to be held accountable for the collision.
"This..." Daniel opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Emma had already guided the middle-aged woman into the back seat.
...When had he agreed to let them in?
Wasn't it supposed to be the police station? How had things changed so quickly?
A woman's heart was truly impossible to guess.
Daniel let out a heavy sigh. This was worse than being bitten by a dog. "Who are you? What are you doing in my car? I'll drive the lady there. Get out!"
"No way. What if you try to shirk responsibility along the way? I have to protect vulnerable groups like us women." Emma was full of grand principles, and she suddenly felt like she had too much free time today.
Daniel was speechless. For a moment, he really didn't know how to argue. He just started the car in silence.
Along the way, Emma was like a chatterbox, talking nonstop to the woman beside her. "Ma'am, look at these young people these days. No sense of responsibility, no sense of guilt. When you meet someone of such low quality, you have to call them out."
Obviously, no matter how dense Daniel was, he knew she was insinuating him.
Daniel...
Did this have anything to do with upbringing and character?
Everyone was in a hurry, weren't they?
God knows, to make it to this meeting, he had flown all the way back from abroad. And now he hadn't even made it on time.
Now, on top of everything, he had been ambushed by this meddlesome stranger who had appeared out of nowhere.
How could he not be angry?
The woman couldn't help but laugh. "Dear, what's your name? These days, there aren't many people brave enough to stand up for what's right."
"Ma'am, my name is Emma Johnson!" Emma said with a smile.
What?
Emma Johnson?
Daniel thought the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
A month ago, he had been in Silverdale. Then, one day, there was an urgent family matter at the overseas company, so he had rushed abroad.
He hadn't come back until today. So why did the name sound familiar?
Daniel secretly glanced at Emma in the rearview mirror. She did look familiar. Where had he seen her before?
He thought for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he didn't ask.
On the way to the hospital, she talked a lot with the lady, completely ignoring Daniel's existence. At this moment, he was just a conscientious driver.
After chatting, Emma learned that the lady's surname was Clark. She was a single mother with a sick daughter in the hospital named Emilia Clark.
A few minutes ago, in her rush to get to the hospital, she had accidentally run a red light and run into Daniel.
When they arrived at the hospital, Emilia Clark was sitting on the bed. When she saw her mother walk in with two strangers, she completely ignored Emma's self-introduction and stared straight at the handsome man in front of her.
"What's your name, big brother? You look like a Korean star." That was the first thing Emilia said when she saw him.
He didn't say much. He simply uttered three words from his mouth, "Daniel Taylor."
"What a nice name. It sounds a bit like a European name. Brother Daniel, can I call you that?" Emilia's eyes were fixed on him, full of admiration.
"Well, you can..."
Emma stood in front of the two of them. When she heard him say "Daniel Taylor," she was stunned. It seemed like she had heard that name somewhere before.
A flicker of doubt crossed her mind, but it wasn't convenient for her to ask here. A flash of surprise appeared on Emma's face, but it quickly disappeared. She said with a smile, "Your name is Emilia Clark, right? It's beautiful."
"Thank you, Sister Emma." When Emilia said this, a strange glint flashed in her eyes, then disappeared.
After chatting for a while, Emma learned that Emilia had cancer at such a young age.
Sigh.
Every time she came to the hospital, she felt depressed. Now that the matter was resolved and Aunt Clark was okay, Emma took out her phone and checked the time. It was almost noon.
After a few casual goodbyes, she said farewell to Aunt Clark and Emilia and left.
Who would have thought that Daniel would follow her out? "So, shall we go to the police station now, Miss Johnson?"