Aryana unbuckled her seatbelt.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna take a look." Before Erik can say another word Aryana already opened the door and went out to check on the woman.
"Are you alright?" Aryana asked in a concerned voice. She scanned the woman who seemed to be in her early fifties and plainly dressed. She looked pale but seemed not hurt at all.
"Madam, next time be careful when crossing the street. You are lucky that Miss Jones stepped on the brake in time." The driver scolded her.
"Mom, are you alright?" A young woman in her twenties wearing a blues dress rushed towards them and hugged the middle aged woman she called mom.
She glared at Aryana and said harshly. "You! How can you drive recklessly? Is it because you are driving a Maybach? You almost hit my mother." She blurted out angrily.
