At the crossroads of a street in New York.
With a gloomy face, Mary looked at the Rolls-Royce that had been crushed from behind and then looked at the black Volkswagen, whose front was sunk.
She looked more and more furious.
The atmosphere was so tense.
Standing beside Mary, the Windsor family members were nervous.
They knew Mary was really angry this time.
After a few seconds of silence, Mary suddenly raised her hand and slapped Donte.
Clap!
It was a very clear sound.
It could be heard clearly even from more than 30 feet away.
"Did you do it on purpose? Do you want to embarrass the whole family? What the hell were you thinking when you drove the car?"
While talking, Mary spat on Donte's face.
Donte was aggrieved and explained bitterly, "Mom! I didn't drive the car just now. It has nothing to do with me. It was Jared who drove the car. How could it be..."