Chapter 75: Christoper Jacobs
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Emma asked since she had thought the car had went off or something.
"Yes but I need to see who the fool was that wouldn't look where he was driving," she said fuming.
"I know you're upset but you need to calm down. I'm sure whoever it was must have a good explanation for this," Emma said and Claire scoffed.
"He definitely has to have a good explanation for this," Claire said, removing her seatbelt.
Claire stepped out of the car first, her posture stiff with irritation. Emma hesitated, still shaken from the impact, but eventually followed.
"I wonder what he was thinking hitting us. Was he blind or something?" Claire asked irritably.
As they approached the other car, Emma squinted at the man stepping out of the driver's seat, his tall frame and confident stride triggering a flicker of recognition.
"Great," Claire muttered under her breath. "People really need to learn how to drive."
"What the hell were you thinking hitting my car? Are you drunk or perhaps blind? Didn't you see us?" Claire asked in annoyance.
The man who had hit their car turned to face them, and Emma's breath caught in her throat when she saw his face.
Maybe she was dreaming but she definitely couldn't mistake that face. It was Christopher Jacobs.