Chapter 1701 The Proper Function of a Husband
The traffic cop was troubled by this group of young punks. He understood that Julia's car was extremely expensive, and even a minor scratch could cost tens of thousands of dollars.
Judging by the accident scene, it seemed the collision was caused by the young driver changing lanes while overtaking.
Handling this matter wouldn't be easy, especially since the other party had called in so many people, and these days, luxury car accidents often make the headlines.
The traffic cop hesitated about whether to ask the Bentley's female driver to step aside for a chat, but her attire suggested she wasn't an ordinary person either.
"So, according to you, traffic accidents should be judged based on the car's price now?"
Suddenly, Elliott walked up to Julia with a brown umbrella, speaking coldly.
Elliott had rushed out, wearing only casual black lounge pants and a T-shirt. However, his six-foot frame and cold demeanor brought a significant sense of pressure to those around him.
Julia turned her head and looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to arrive so quickly.
Elliott didn't look at her, his indifferent gaze fixed on the young punks across from him. "Not having insurance and having your car damaged are not excuses to shirk responsibility. Just look at the rear of the car; it's obvious the accident was caused by the driver overtaking. If my wife wasn't driving a Bentley today, the driver's head could have easily been injured in the collision."
The young driver had called in many friends for support, but seeing Elliott's tall frame and icy expression, he suddenly felt less confident.
"Anyway, my car is damaged. If you don't pay up, I'm not leaving today." The young driver sat down on the ground, refusing to move.
His friends followed suit, sitting in the rain.
Elliott didn't even glance at them. Instead, he turned and took the dashcam from the car, handing it to the traffic cop. "Take a look. If it's our fault according to traffic laws, we'll pay. If it's not, we don't like being coerced."
The traffic cop reviewed the footage and then turned to the Santana driver. "The dashcam clearly shows you were speeding and overtaking, causing the collision. Look at the scene; half of your car is still in the middle lane. This accident is entirely your fault."
The young driver suddenly wailed, "These days, even traffic cops side with luxury car drivers. Just because they drive a Bentley, they think they're superior. Whenever there's a collision with a luxury car, it's always the fault of us driving cheaper cars."
The traffic cop's face turned ugly with anger.
Julia was also in a bad mood. After all, dealing with a traffic accident is troublesome, and it's even more annoying to deal with unreasonable people.
"Go ahead and make a scene."
Elliott remained cold-faced. "Honestly, our car is insured. If we report it, the insurance will cover the necessary compensation. But if you keep making a fuss, we have no obligation to cover your repair costs. You were speeding, and we don't have to pay for that. If you want to make a scene here all night, go ahead. Don't expect to gain sympathy by filming videos. The traffic cop's public surveillance footage makes it clear who's right and wrong."
With that, he tossed his car keys to Julia. "You drive my car back; I'll drive yours."
His car was parked nearby, while Julia's was blocked in. Getting out wouldn't be too difficult.
Julia was momentarily stunned and looked up at him. "Then I'll head back."
"Okay."
Elliott nodded without much expression.
Julia didn't hesitate to drive off in his Porsche. It was rare for him to come over, and she knew when to rely on her husband.
The Santana driver and his friends also noticed Elliott's Porsche, feeling envious. This couple had a Bentley and a Porsche; they were indeed wealthy.
"Look at you, so rich," the driver muttered.
"Here's my assistant's business card. You can contact him directly about the accident."
Elliott tossed a business card into his hand, warning, "Don't try any tricks with me."
The driver glanced at the card, which read: Sullivan Legal Services, General Manager Alphonse Baskin.
Being able to easily hand out a business card from a law firm's general manager indicated this person's significant status. Looking at Elliott's cold face and towering height, the driver instinctively felt a bit intimidated. "Well, there's no need to involve a lawyer for such a small matter."
"Because I find it impossible to reason with people like you."
Elliott turned and got into his car. After starting the engine, he saw the young punks still lying on the ground. He kept the car in park but revved the engine, scaring them into jumping up quickly.
Elliott rolled down the window and said indifferently, "Lie down if you want. At most, a few of you will get run over. A million dollars per person, is that enough?"
Faced with his determined attitude, the group had no choice but to give up.
Elliott quickly turned the steering wheel and left the scene.
After driving for a few minutes, he noticed a white phone on the passenger seat. Frowning, Elliott took out his own phone and called his assistant. "Half an hour ago, there was a Bentley car accident on Maple Avenue. Get all related videos taken down."
"Mr. Miller, you were in a car accident?" the assistant asked in surprise. "Wait, you don't drive a Bentley."
"It wasn't me. Don't let this get out."
Elliott hung up after speaking.
Soon, a "beep beep" sound came from the car. He glanced over and saw that Julia's phone was connected to the car's Bluetooth. The screen showed a call from someone named "Garth."
He frowned for a few seconds before impulsively answering the call. A gentle male voice came through the car's speakers. "Julia, I saw a video of your car in an accident. Are you okay? Do you need me to come over?"
Seeing no response, Garth continued, "I'm sorry. If I had known it would rain so heavily tonight, I wouldn't have asked you to come over for dinner. I should have driven you back."
Elliott couldn't listen any longer and hung up the call.
A moment later, Garth called again. Elliott grabbed Julia's phone and threw it into the back seat, silencing it.
Elliott's mood was now at its worst.
He must have been out of his mind to come looking for Julia in the rain at night.
Her car accident had nothing to do with him. She had gone to another man's house at night, claiming it was for business. It was all lies.
If he hadn't pressured her to come back, she might have stayed at that man's house tonight.
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