My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 151: Collision

Satisfied, they nodded, giggling amongst themselves. The morning went on with lessons about numbers and shapes, followed by storytime. As she watched the children interact, she found herself smiling.

"Maybe one day," she thought, resting her chin on her hand, "I might even teach Raelynn's kid." The thought was amusing. But knowing who the father was, she doubted it. Elion Vaelorian would probably enroll his child in the most elite school money could buy.

Still, she couldn't shake off the concern. Was Raelynn ready for this? Being a mother was a lifelong commitment. Zara shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside.

By the time the day ended, she was exhausted but content.

She waved goodbye to her students, collecting a few enthusiastic hugs along the way before heading to the parking lot. Sliding into the driver's seat of her old but reliable car, she let out a heavy sigh, stretching her fingers before gripping the steering wheel.

The moment she turned on the engine and was about to pull out, she felt it—a sudden jolt from behind. Her entire body tensed as the sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the quiet parking lot. Her heart skipped a beat.

"What the—?!"

Zara's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she quickly checked her rearview mirror. A sleek, black luxury car was parked behind her, its front bumper pressed lightly against her back bumper. It wasn't a heavy hit, but enough to leave a dent.

With a groan, she turned off the ignition and pushed open her door, stepping out. "Are you kidding me?" she muttered under her breath.

The driver's side of the black car opened, and a man stepped out. Tall, broad-shouldered, with slightly tousled dark hair that fell effortlessly into place, he carried himself with a composed yet casual air. His sharp, handsome features were unreadable as he glanced at the dented area before shifting his gaze toward Zara.

"I'm really sorry about that," he said smoothly, his deep voice carrying an effortless charm.

"Are you okay?"

His voice was smooth, deep but not overly concerned. More like he was just checking because it was the right thing to do, not because he thought she was actually hurt.

"I'm fine," Zara replied, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Zara folded her arms, raising a brow at him. "You hit my car."

He exhaled softly, nodding. "Yes. That much is obvious."

Zara blinked at his lack of panic. Most people would be groveling or at least offering an immediate solution. But he was just… calm.

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She gestured to the damage. "Well? What are you going to do about it?"

"I'll get my insurance information," he said evenly, his gaze flicking back to her. "Give me a second."

Zara blinked, a little surprised at how smoothly he was taking responsibility. No excuses, no arrogance—just calm efficiency.

He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then turned it toward her. "Here. Take a picture of it."

She hesitated for only a second before taking out her phone and snapping a photo. Then, with the same steady composure, she said, "I'll need your license, too."

Without argument, he pulled out his wallet, retrieved his license, and handed it over. Zara glanced at it briefly—not bothering to memorize the name—before taking a picture and handing it back.

"I'll send you the repair estimate when I get it," she said, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

"Sounds good," he replied, tucking his wallet away.

Zara exhaled, glad the situation hadn't escalated into a disaster. She still had a headache forming, but at least it wasn't because she had to deal with an entitled jerk.

"Well," she said, giving him a small, professional nod. "Drive safe."

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, almost amused. "I'll do my best."

Zara stared at him, thrown off by his response. She had expected an annoyed rich guy who would either yell at her or throw money in her face. But instead, he was standing there, watching her with a calm intensity, as if waiting to see what she would do next.

At least he was willing to take responsibility. That was a good thing. Right?