Chapter 36
Sharon leaned back slightly. “She hit me, not the other way around.”
“Kelly said you suddenly rushed out and crashed into her car,” Carter said.
Sharon tilted her head and looked at the cool detachment in his eyes. “So… you believe Kelly’s version of the story?”
He was silent for a few seconds. “Kelly had no reason to hit you.”
“And I did?”
His gaze held steady, dark as a bottomless well.
“So you did hit her on purpose?”
“No.”
The room went quiet again.
No one spoke for what felt like a long time. Finally, Carter said, “Get some rest. I’ll look into it.”
Sharon didn’t respond. She simply watched his retreating figure. He hadn’t pressed further, not because he trusted her, but because he wanted to gather evidence first.
If he truly believed her, he wouldn’t have asked what he did.
Not long after he left, her phone rang. It was John.
“Sharon, you were in an accident? Are you okay? Is it serious?”
She furrowed her brows slightly. “John, how did you find out?”
“It’s all over the news this morning,” his voice was quiet, almost subdued. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Just some scrapes and bruises. Nothing major. I’ll probably be discharged tomorrow or the day after. Don’t worry.”
“Alright. If you need anything at all, you have to call me, okay?”
He had tried to get the news taken down, but even though his popularity had skyrocketed recently, he didn’t have the right connections. His world was music, nothing else. By the time the news blew up, it was already beyond his reach.
After hanging up, Sharon lay back down, eyes closed, quietly going over what to do next.
Kelly had come out bold and prepared. She must’ve planned everything down to the last detail-including any supposed eyewitnesses.
Now that public opinion was picking up steam, and Kelly had even risked personal involvement, this wasn’t going to be easy to handle.
A faint ache pulsed in Sharon’s temples.
With Kelly stirring up trouble again and again, there was no hope of parting on good terms with Carter anymore.
Just then, a sharp, jarring knock sounded at the door.
Before Sharon could answer, the door was shoved open.
Nate barged in, face twisted in rage, followed by Kelly with a bandaged arm.
“Sharon, you murderer!” Nate stormed into the room, pointing straight at her, his voice loud and graceless. “Last time Kelly
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almost drowned, and you wriggled out of it with your slick tongue-what now? Let’s see how you talk your way out of this!”
Sharon’s expression turned cold. Her tone was equally sharp. “Get out of my room.”
“You’re the one who should get out!” Nate grabbed the water cup on the table and hurled its contents at her. “Sharon, I’m telling you this time, Carter won’t let you off easy! You murderer! Just wait, you’re going to prison!” T
She was still recovering, couldn’t move fast enough-and ended up soaked, water dripping down her face.
“You dare lay a hand on Kelly… Even if I beat you to death right now, Carter wouldn’t bat an eyelid. He’d probably praise me. Today, I’m going to teach you a good lesson on his behalf!”
With that, he charged toward Sharon, eyes blazing with fury.
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