NovelEnglishShe didn't know how to reply, so when he send a text to inform her of the license plate number, she just typed a single word.
[ok.]
She wondered whether he was going to let her off the hook or keep tormenting her, and she felt he owed her skind of heads-
up.
While her gaze landed on the card lying on the nightstand, she couldn't help but scoff at herself.
Meanwhile, Fitch had returned with a glass of water just as Sharon finished a phone call.
He picked up his phone and casually scrolled through it, confirming it was a call to Grandpa.
Mia had finished sending a text and deleting the record within twenty seconds.
Little did Fitch know that his sister was teetering on the edge of madness.
Sharon took a sip of water and sighed.
"You're working late tonight, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry for making you worried. I'm fine."
With that saying, she turned to Mia, "Mia, you should head back. Take care of yourself and don't let what happened today happen
again."
"Mom, I'm sorry."
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Mia looked the picture of obedience, seemingly taking her words to heart, and Fitch let out a sigh of relief.
"Fitch, I'll head out then."
He nodded, and after a moment's thought, ruffled her hair gently.
Mia sneered inwardly; she wanted to swat away his hand but restrained herself.
Before she left, she made a point to change into all-black attire and put on a cap, then drove straight to Zoey's place.
Her car was dark inside, without a single light on.
It was the scar Fitch used to drive, the one from the Haskins family fleet, and the very one Mia had texted the plate number of
to Zoey.
She had just parked when she saw Zoey, bundled up in a down jacket, coming down.
Mia gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling a surge of bloodlust rising within her.
Tonight, it would all end.
Zoey approached the back of the car and tried to get in.
Having checked the license plate, she recognized it as the one Fitch had driven before.
The back door was locked, so she moved to the passenger side.
As soon as she opened the door and sat down, the locks clicked and the car started to roll forward.
It wasn't until they gained speed that she felt something was off, but she was still weak from a fever and the stress Fitch had put
her through.
Zoey's forehead was burning, and in her daze, she heard a woman's voice next to her.
"Tonight it all ends, Zoey. It's up to my brother whether he saves you or me."
Zoey's heart skipped a beat, and before she could process it, she saw the car plowing toward a pedestrian.
The victim, a young girl, was sent flying on the sidewalk.
Not only did Mia hit her, but she also ran over her three times, ensuring there was no breath left in the girl.
The car sped off, heading back to where Zoey lived.
Zoey heard Mia on the phone with Fitch, who was oblivious to what had happened.
"Fitch, I've hit someone with the car."
Mia's tone was eerily calm; the script she'd prepared was played out as planned.
There was a brief silence before Fitch asked in a dark tone, "Have you lost your mind?"
"I hit a young girl. No idea who she was. There are three cop cars chasing me, and Zoey's in the passenger seat. If | get jailed,
mom's health will get worse, and Grandpa will get sick. You've got one option: make Zoey take the fall. Tell the police she was
driving and she hit the person. Only this way you can save me. Hit-and-run isn't something you can just pay off."
Mia's words cout in a steady stream; her tone remained calm, which was a clear sign she had thought this through.
Zoey, still sitting in the passenger seat, closed her eyes.
She heard Fitch's response amidst the blaring sirens and police's shouting through megaphones.
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"Stop the car! Stop!"
"I'll talk to Zoey. I'm sending someone for you. Stop making a scene."
At his words, Mia burst into hysterical laughter; she felt the pent-up gloom dispersing, and tears started to stream down her face.
And Zoey, silent in the passenger seat, felt empty yet couldn't help but recall the tenderness Fitch had shown her the night before.
It wasn't much, but she found herself missing it.
She couldn't understand why she liked Fitch so much when the sweetness he offered was so brief.
Yet that short span of tmade her rationalize for him over and over in her heart.
With the sirens growing louder, they were both taken to the police station.
She didn't recall how she got there until Fitch burst through the station's doors.
Mia sat on a chair nearby, and her face was full of smug triumph.
Fitch grabbed Zoey's wrist and pulled her into an empty room.
Leaning against the wall, Zoey was at a loss for words.
The tall man before her was visibly irritated; he was dressed in his usual trench coat, but in a crisp suit.
He was undeniably handsome, and despite her having seen his cold indifference countless times, his face still struck her as
remarkable.
Even with a demeanor so detached, he effortlessly captured hearts.
"One year. Take the fall for Mia for one year. When you get out, I'll marry you."
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