Chapter 1895: Helpers

Using money to measure a life, a family, is truly too cruel. Elisha's wife trembled all over. "He, before he went out, our son told him he wanted to eat the candied fruit from the street corner, but... but..." She couldn't continue, and Callie averted her gaze, unable to bear the sight. "When our family was at its lowest, Elisha said he wished he could get hit by a car to get compensation for our son's medical treatment." She spoke numbly, tears streaming down her face. "I never thought it would actually come true." Jaquan took a deep drag on his cigarette. After a long while, Elisha's wife finally stood up. "I want you to be responsible for my son's medical and nutritional expenses from now until he recovers." This request was not excessive; it could even be considered very kind. Jaquan frowned. "Of course, and besides that, you can ask for more compensation." "He died for this; I don't want to turn his death into a tool for making money." The woman had suffered enough in life