Soon, the ambulance arrived.
When Molly Walker passed by Isabelle Richardson, Isabelle couldn't help but step back a few steps.
Seeing her guilty look, Molly frowned.
"Why are you looking at me?" Isabelle pretended to be calm, "Miss Walker, you're not suspecting me again, are you? I didn't do anything this time."
Isabelle admitted she was afraid.
Previously, she thought Molly was just a foolish woman, but these recent incidents had made her realize Molly was quite formidable.
Uttering these words in haste carried a hint of self-incrimination.
Molly sneered coldly, her tone light and airy: "Miss Richardson, there's no need to panic. Once my mom wakes up, the truth will be revealed. If it was just an accident, no one can be blamed. But if it wasn't..."
Her beautiful eyes fixed on Isabelle, a trace of strangeness crossing her heart.
She was just speculating, but Isabelle's nervousness was as if there was a hidden truth.
