My Roommate Framed Me for Crashing Car—It’s Owner Was My Brother Chapter 04
She pointed at me in the ditch and screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Grace, you wrecked it!”
At that number, the roadside went dead silent.
I pushed through the pain and managed a crooked smile.
“Didn’t you just say it was an ordinary bike?”
I didn’t let up.
“And if you knew it was worth that much, why were you so desperate to make me ride it?”
Madison’s face crumpled, and the tears came harder.
“It was perfectly fine when I gave it to you! How was I supposed to know you’d destroy it?”
She turned toward the stunned riders around us.
“I didn’t tell Grace what it cost because I didn’t want to put pressure on her.”
“And I wasn’t asking to switch for myself. I was doing it for the whole group.”
She wiped at her tears, every inch the innocent victim.
“But now it’s ruined, and there’s no way I can afford this. What am I supposed to do?”
“Grace, are you out of your mind? How could you be so careless with something that expensive?”
Ethan stepped forward first.
His jaw clenched.
“Grace, you caused this. You need to pay for all of it.”
“Whoever breaks it pays for it. That’s only fair.”
A humorless laugh escaped me.
“Only fair. Right.”
I looked from Madison’s tear-filled eyes to Ethan’s smug face, then turned toward everyone else.
“So all of you agree? Whoever damaged the bike should pay for it?”
The moment Madison named the price, everyone backed away as if the wreckage might explode.
Now they all nodded eagerly.
“Of course. Whoever broke it should pay.”
“Yeah. Grace, just pay her. Madison’s in an awful position here.”
With the crowd behind her, Madison suddenly found her nerve.
She pointed at me like the verdict had already been handed down.
“Who else could’ve broken it? Everyone saw you riding it! If you don’t pay, what, you expect a broke student like me to cover it?”
I nodded and stopped arguing.
Without another word, I pulled out my phone and made a call in front of them all.
Half an hour later.
The roar of engines rolled up the mountain road.
More than a dozen black Mercedes G-Wagons swept around the bend and boxed in the cycling club.
Before the doors had even fully opened, Grant Whitmore, the notorious heir everyone on campus knew better than to cross, was already climbing out.
Madison’s eyes lit up. She hurried toward him like salvation had just pulled up in a G-Wagon.
She stopped beside Grant with tears in her eyes and a wounded pout on her lips.
“Grant! Thank God you’re here! She… she wrecked your bike!”
I’d only called Grant to come pick me up. I hadn’t told him what had happened.
The second he heard his prized bike was wrecked, a vein jumped at his temple.
“Who? Tell me right now. Who the fuck wrecked my bike?”
At last, a smug smile slipped across Madison’s face.
She pointed straight at me. “Grant, her. Grace Whitmore.”
“She wrecked your bike, and she still won’t admit it!”