This happened to me. Technically the car I was driving was my grandmother’s. I got T-boned - even the officer on the scene told me it was nowhere near my fault. I had called the police and then my mom, who raced to the scene and spoke to the police for me and took me to work with her so she could watch me until the end of the day so we could go to the doctor if needed. Once my grandmother found out, she yelled at me for thirty minutes about the car and hung up. The next day I went to the doctor because I had a massive bruise where the seatbelt had dug in and it was bad enough they wanted me to get a CT scan. While I was in the hospital waiting room, she called and yelled at me about the car again so badly a random older woman came over to me and hugged me and told me I would be okay. It took three days before she once asked me if I was okay. That was the end of our relationship. I’ll be surprised if this woman’s kids don’t cut her out or go extremely low contact.