As soon as we arrived at the hospital, Ethan was rushed to the emergency ward. The medical team immediately started attending to him. I was worried sick, hoping he would be okay. Suddenly, Ethan's mom arrived, panting heavily. She stared at me with anger, and I could see her eyes boiling with fury.
"What happened to my son? And why are you here?" she demanded, her voice laced with accusation.
"He was hit by a car," I replied, my voice shaking with fear. "I was just with him when it happened."
"That's exactly what I warned him about!" she exclaimed, her face contorted with anger. "You low-class people are always trying to kill our rich boyfriends and take their money!"
I was taken aback by her words. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had never expected this kind of reaction from
