Amelia Cobb sat in the car, watching through the rearview mirror as Isaac Fenton got out of the car to negotiate with someone. But when Henry Wood's face appeared in the mirror, she inexplicably felt a moment of panic. It was like purposely avoiding someone only to be caught off guard by them.
Amelia's hand resting on the dashboard slowly clenched into a fist.
"To meet like this, fate?" Isaac glanced at the car body, which had a large hole smashed into its rear, and the front of Henry's car was also dented in.
"Translator Wood, what do you think? Should we go through insurance or...?"
Isaac was used to dealing with such incidents. Christopher Robinson had no shortage of money for car repairs. Settling privately would simply mean each party going their separate ways and repairing their own cars. There were no other options.
If the other party wanted to go through insurance, then so be it. It would just waste some time.
