Her Lover Offered Money, I Demanded Blood
Language: en
My daughter was hit by an entitled rich kid speeding on a pedestrian walkway. He was drunk. Multiple rib fractures, and her thigh bone was shattered. She’s still in a coma. His parents want to settle. He was arrogant, utterly self-righteous: "Sign this legal waiver. Don't ruin my son's future." Rage burned away my sanity. I grabbed the waiver and slapped it across his face. "You wish!" Mr. Sterling smirked, his gaze sweeping over me from head to toe. "The law says compensation for a fatality is barely a million. And your daughter isn't even dead. How about two million, plus medical…