I came to the lobby. The people had been stopped at the door, but that did not impede them at all.
A woman was standing outside. She was beautifully dressed, and across from her was a reporter and a camera.
I got closer and heard her voice.
"...In short, my daughter's life has been ruined by this Wanda Lane."
It really was Nicky's mother.
I sighed. She was here. There was no hiding now.
I had already made my way to the door when I thought of this.
The camera just so happened to be directed at me, and the woman turned to look at me. After scrutinizing me for a moment, she said, "You're Wanda Lane. I'm Nicky's mother. Tell me, what are you going to do about this?”
She was aggressive, and she was much more imposing than I was. After all, she was guided by principle.
Looking at her, I remained calm. Pursing my lips, I slowly responded, "After the accident happened, I brought Nicky home and found the best doctors to treat her. The scar should have long healed, but we encountered an accident in the middle, which caused the scar to worsen. After that, we found a famous doctor who gave her the appropriate medicine. I believe her scar will fade away soon."
My words were calm and fair, and the reporter did not seem as angry as before.
On the other hand, Nicky’s mother still refused to let it go. "That's it? Your way of dealing with this is simple. You think you can just look for a few doctors to help treat my daughter and you're done? She still has a scar. Who knows if it'll heal? Are you trying to dismiss me with these few words? Let me tell you this, Nicky might be easy to deceive, but I, Hattie James, am not so easily deceived!"
She patted her chest, filled with righteous indignation.
"What should we do, then?" I asked.
Could it be that she wanted money?
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