With a grocery bag supported between her armpit and her phone pressed against her ear, Kelsie closed the door with her foot, humming, "He crashed?"
A second later, a woman's worried voice blared approvingly from the other end.
"Yeah! Thankfully, it was a new model with safety as its top priority, so he didn't die. You should've seen the car, Kelsie."
"Shouldn't men be more careful and cling to life once they get older? Your uncle seems to be doing the exact opposite. It's as though he doesn't want to be married to me any longer than he needs to."
Heading into the elevator, she scrunched up her nose and sighed softly. "It's… just a car accident, Aunty. If he dies, he dies."
"Did you just say that to me?" The woman's voice, which had been laced with worry just now, dropped a few degrees deeper.
