A piercing screech of brakes made Quinn''s scalp tingle, the car grazing her body. Her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground, the vehicleing to a halt just within centimeters of her.


    Shortly after, the car door swung open, and a man stormed out, livid, approaching Quinn andunching into a tirade, pointing fingers and hurling usations. "Are you aiming to get yourself killed? If you want to die, find somewhere else for it. What the f*ck are you doing running in the middle of the road? If I had hit you with my car, it would''ve been your fault!"


    Feeling helpless, Quinn sat on the ground, the pain in her knees bing btedly apparent amid the man''s harsh reprimands. The front of the car had indeed brushed against her knee.


    Quinn looked up at the furious man, who was bald and had a face full of fat. Seeing Quinn remain silent, the man grew even angrier. "Why are you still sitting on the ground? Are you staging ident forpensation? Forget about it! I won''t give you a single penny. Get lost!"


    Quinn bowed her head and, enduring the pain in her knees, tried to stand up, but the agony was piercing with every movement.


    "What, you really want to stage an ident forpensation? Let me tell you, my car has a dashcam. Lying here won''t have any good."


    Several passing cars came to a stop, with onlookers gathering to spectate and intervene.


    "I think this girl might be injured. It would help if you took her to the hospital," one person suggested.


    The man retorted immediately, "I will not take her. Can''t you see she''s staging this forpensation? You people talk big, but it''s not you who get scammed in staged idents, is it?"


    His words silenced the surrounding spectators, yet a kind soul approached Quinn, asking, "Dear, are you alright?"


    With her head lowered, Quinn shook her head as she cradled her knee, signaling she couldn''t stand up.


    "Can you stand up?" the person inquired.


    Once again, Quinn shook her head. The pain was too intense; every attempt to rise brought searing agony.


    Looking at her in this state only fueled the man''s anger. "Look at her, trying to deceive us all. This is nothing but a scam!"


    Quinn bit her lip, bracing her hands on the ground, attempting to stand up but giving up after several failed tries.


    "She''s so young, why does she have to go around faking idents forpensation?"


    All drivers fear encountering individuals who don''t obey traffic regtions. Regardless of whether these individuals were staging idents, once they got injured while crossing the road, the drivers inevitably got implicated Many sympathized with the man, and their disdain for such individuals was profound.


    "What a shame! You haven''t seen those old folks who cling to you and you can''t get away."


    "These individuals ought to be subject to repercussions. Bro, we''ll testify for you, it''s her who''s staging the idents."


    "Yeah, miss, you better leave now, or when the policeeter, you won''t be able to escape."


    The voices of the surrounding crowd swirled above Quinn''s head, a buzzing din in her ears. She felt like a criminal of the worst kind, encircled and used by the masses.


    Clutching her head, she blocked out the sounds, refusing to hear theirments. Yet, the jeers persisted relentlessly, piercing her ears.


    Overwhelmed, she gestured in an attempt to convey her innocence, to exin that she couldn''t stand up, but her signs went unheeded.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    Some even mocked her, "ying dumb now, it appears that you are indeed falling victim to deception this time."


    "Perhaps she''s truly mute, driven to scam out of desperation."