The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2090

The driver's wife was still uneasy. "You're not going to pursue my husband's liability?" she asked, with a

tremor in her voice.

Her worry was that Diana's family might come after her for a slew of expenses—medical bills, care

costs, nutritional support—as it was her husband who had dozed off at the wheel, leading to the

accident.

Though Diana was driving fast, she was within the speed limit and had not violated any traffic laws, so

the bulk of the fault lay with her husband.

"I checked the road surveillance," Fitch began, "and your husband’s driving was definitely erratic, like

he was nodding off."

Before Fitch could finish, the driver’s wife quickly interjected, "He's been driving for twelve years and

never once fell asleep at the wheel! He goes to bed early every night so that he can be alert the next

day when driving."

She explained to Fitch, "My husband works as a driver for an orchard out in the countryside. It sprawls

over a large area with all kinds of fruit trees. Every morning, workers pick the freshest fruit which my

husband then delivers to various stores around the city in his truck. Because the orchard’s produce is

fresh and affordable, many shop owners prefer to order from them."

She continued her story. "We live in the countryside, not far from the orchard. He leaves home at seven

in the morning, helps load the freshly packed fruit, and delivers it to the stores. Usually, he's not done

until five or six in the evening. Then he drives the truck back and we, a family of seven, have dinner

together."

Her voice wavered as she recounted the events of the previous night. "Last night, like always, he was Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

driving home. I never expected him to have an accident on that mountain road."

Tears welled up in her eyes again. "After that road, it's just a short way to our house. He's driven that

road for twelve years. I just can't believe it."

"So, you're saying his route has never changed?" Fitch picked up on something.

"That's the only road back to the orchard. Normally he parks the truck and walks home, it's just a six or

seven-minute walk."

"And how likely do you think it is that he fell asleep at the wheel?" Fitch probed further.

"I find it impossible. I'm not just speaking for my husband, but his driving skills and professional ethics

would never allow him to doze off while driving."

Fitch asked another delicate question, "I heard you crying outside earlier; it seems like there's a lot of

financial pressure on your family. I don't mean to be rude; I just want to understand. In your opinion, is

there any chance that your husband was trying to ease the family's financial burden by taking such

risks with his life?"

Without hesitation, the driver's wife shot down the notion. "Impossible! My husband would never do

something so harmful to others and himself. When my father-in-law was in the ICU, the daily costs

were unbearable. Some suggested my husband could sell a kidney, but he firmly refused."

"Sorry," Fitch said, feeling remorse for his earlier suspicions.

"My husband is a responsible man. With ailing parents and three kids who aren't grown up yet, he

would never abandon us." The driver's wife wiped away her tears and couldn't help but add, "Thinking

about it now, his death really does seem suspicious." Reаd at NovelDrama.Org