"Brother, I'm not wrong, am I? Isn't this exactly how it is?" Alessia Quinn coldly laughed. "When the police came here previously, wasn't it clear? Uncle intentionally swerved the car when it crashed, didn't he? It was as if he was deliberately protecting the passenger seat, otherwise, how could Uncle be so severely injured and still be in the surgery room now!"
Mabel Quinn felt a pang in her heart. No matter what Alessia said, she didn't retaliate. She only wanted to be concerned about Uncle's injuries and waited for him to come out.
But Alice Conley couldn't stand it and said directly, "You should be finding out the true cause of this car accident, not blaming Mabel here. Can Mabel sitting in the passenger seat control whether the car has an accident? It's like if one day you dress lightly while walking on the street and a rapist targets you, then that rapist dares to blame you, the victim, for why you dressed like that. According to your thinking, isn't that what's correct?"
