The carriage fell into a suffocating silence, Philip Shaw turned his head to look out the window, saying nothing.
He was annoyed by Aldana Candi's all-knowing smile and her detached attitude, as if everything happening to her had nothing to do with her.
Clearly, she was the one about to become disabled for life.
Her indifferent calmness made him angry.
"Drive." His voice carried a hint of anger, coldly commanding.
The driver received the order and immediately started the Lincoln.
Philip Shaw withdrew his gaze, leaned back in the seat, and closed his eyes.
Aldana Candi also quieted down, she looked at the bustling street outside the window, pedestrians weaving in and out, everyone living their lives peacefully, each with their own story.
In this world, she was such a tiny individual, her joys and sorrows were so insignificant to the people around her.
That's why she liked being by the seaside, watching the vast ocean, as if her tragic life had become meaningless.
