Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 1292
Chapter 1292
Just at the next bend, the disappeared Yamaha suddenly jumped down from the hillside in front and drove straight towards the
Spyker, bumping into it at a delicate angle.
With a bang, the motorcycle had a flat tire on the spot and stopped crookedly on the road.
Alfred was so angry that he lost his demeanor and cursed madly. Fortunately, he had slowed down in advance.
Otherwise, he would have lost control and overturned the motorcycle!
Catelyn also felt dazed. She desperately pawed at the car window to try to stabilize herself and saw that the Yamaha was
ejected due to the great impact, and both the rider and the motorcycle slid half a meter on the ground, making a sharp grinding
sound...
Both sides were hurt.
Catelyn rubbed her dizzy head, quickly pushed the door to get out of the car, and ran to the motorcycle.
She squatted in front of Terrence, reaching out to pull him," How are you? Are you injured? Let me check..."
"Do I know you?" Terrence pushed her hand away and got up neatly.
He said the same thing she had said just now.

He took off the helmet, revealing her ugly face with a dark birthmark. Fortunately, there were no wounds on his body. Catelyn
breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling a little aggrieved and angry, she complained, "You forced me to do this! Do you think I want to
do this?
Alfred also got out of the car at this time. As soon as the car stopped just now, Catelyn ran out to help Terrence almost without
thinking. Alfred certainly didn't believe that the two of them had nothing to do with each other.
But Alfred stared at Terrence's ugly face and felt confused, wondering when Catelyn had gotten involved with this man.
Alfred took another look at the rear of his motorcycle. Needless to say, it had already been scrapped.
Even if it was taken to the factory for repairs, it probably would be very hard to replace some of its parts. Repairing the
motorcycle would cost as much as buying a new one.
"You have followed us all the way. Who are you?"
The word "us" irritated Terrence's sensitive nerves, and he sneered, "I hate rich people. Seeing you driving a luxury car to pick
up a beautiful woman, I feel annoyed. How about it?"
Alfred's temples throbbed wildly and he said, "You are fully responsible for the accident. How are you going to deal with it?"
"Well, I can't recognize the brand of this car, but it looks very old. I'm being so unlucky. I will pay you a little more. One thousand
or two thousand? Oh, I forgot that my motorcycle is also broken. Then I will pay you one thousand." He said sarcastically and
contemptuously.
It didn't sound sincere, but more provocative...

After all, no matter how rubbish this Spyker was, it was a luxury car. It cost tens of thousands to repair just a few scratches, not
to mention a tire was flat and that the rear end was scrapped. He only offered one or two thousand?
It was so humiliating!
Alfred naturally also heard the provocation in his words. Frowning slightly, he glanced at Catelyn, but said nothing to her. He said
to Terrence, "Since you're an acquaintance with Catelyn, I will cut you some slack. Just go."
"Well, how can I do that? I damaged one of your car wheels, yet you let me go now. I’m fine with it, but how can you two go back
to the city in the middle of nowhere? I’m not rich, but I'm reasonable. I cannot leave you here."
Catelyn felt sorry for Alfred. Alfred was facing a very unreasonable man...
"Terrence, don't go too far."
"I offered compensation with good intentions, and I was telling the truth. Did I go too far?" Terrence's eyes turned cold and he
stared at Catelyn.
"That's enough." Alfred clenched his fists tightly as if he couldn't bear it anymore.
Alfred didn't want to talk to Terrence anymore, and he asked Catelyn directly, "Don't you still have an appointment? I'll ask
someone to come to pick you up, but I'm afraid I can't have dinner with you today."