?<strong>Chapter 1165:</strong>


    Several department heads invited her to dinner, but she politely declined.


    “I have an engagement, so I won’t be able to join you.” The ce where she was meeting Andrew was only two streets away. She called her driver, asking him to take her assistant back to the office while she strolled there herself at a leisurely pace.


    The evening rush was in full swing, with traffic bustling along the streets she walked. As she neared a small alleyway that led directly to her destination, Madisyn decided to take it, avoiding the congestion ahead. She turned and entered the alleyway.


    The alley was remarkably clean, with asional children whizzing by on bicycles. Just as she rxed, thinking she’d soon exit the alley, the shriek of car brakes pierced the air.


    “Are you blind? Didn’t you see my caring?” The sound of a car door mming echoed through the air, followed by the sharp scolding of a young man. His angry words were quickly drowned out by the cries of a child and the apologetic murmurs of an older man.


    Madisyn frowned and turned toward themotion. The young man, dressed in trendy clothes and facing away from her, was reprimanding an elderly man and a small child in front of a sleek BMW.


    The elderly man, likely in his sixties, was helping the child who had fallen. The child, no older than three, caught Madisyn’s attention as she squinted in their direction. From their distance to the BMW, it was clear the child wasn’t crying from being hit, but from sheer fright.


    This street, unlike thest, was quiet, with tall trees lining the road and few people around.


    Madisyn was the only one who seemed to have noticed the situation. Based on the young man’s posture, it seemed he’d continue berating the elderly man and child unless someone intervened.


    Madisyn pursed her lips and approached them.


    “Hey, it’s a blessing there was no ident. They’ve apologized, so just let it go.”


    “Why should I let it go? Just because they’re weaker?” The young man sneered at her words, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward her. His expression shifted when he recognized her.


    Madisyn hadn’t expected to see Austen again, and she was taken aback by how much he’d changed. Thest time they’d met, he had seemed like a handsome young man with a touch of youthful charm. Now, he appeared to have transformed into a vain nouveau riche.


    For a moment, Madisyn was speechless, unsure of what to say. However, the sound of the elderly man trying to calm the child quickly snapped her back to the situation at hand.


    She looked at Austen and said, “Trafficws are clear—vehicles yield to pedestrians. You didn’t even hit them. And after scolding them for so long, it seems like you’ve already let out your anger.” Turning to the elderly man, she asked, “What happened here?”


    The elderly man shook his head, still holding his grandson.


    “We were just walking, and I didn’t see his car turning in…”


    Madisyn’s frustration boiled over. She had assumed the elderly man and child were at fault, which had made Austen’s anger seem justified. But now, it was clear that Austen himself had been in the wrong.


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