But the man didn’t bother listening. He had already understood that he was dealing with someone weak and defenseless who could be easily intimidated. He deliberately ran his hand along the car door several times, pretending to look for a scratch that wasn’t even there, then turned back to her.
— Come on, pay for the damage, — he said even more harshly. — Right now. Thousands of dollars.
The old woman looked at him in disbelief, as if she couldn’t process what she had just heard. Her lips trembled, and she replied quietly:
— I don’t have that kind of money. I barely managed to buy food. And nothing even happened to the car.
Her words only fueled his anger further. In truth, he wasn’t trying to prove anything. He simply wanted to pressure her, intimidate her, and take whatever money she had left.
He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the paper grocery bag from the cart, and flipped it upside down right in front of her. The food spilled across the dirty asphalt.
The woman gasped and instinctively reached out her hands, as though she could still save something.
— That was my last money… My God, that was my last money…
People started turning their heads. A small crowd had already formed nearby. But no one rushed in to help. They only watched.
The old woman slowly crouched down, trying with trembling hands to gather what little hadn’t been ruined.
At that moment, an elderly man stepped out from the crowd. He was advanced in age, with gray hair, wearing an old dark coat, slightly hunched but with a steady, firm gaze. He walked forward slowly and said in a calm but resolute voice:
— That’s enough. Leave the woman alone. You’ve gone too far.
The young man turned and smirked. He clearly hadn’t expected anyone to dare oppose him.
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