The Mclloyd household had only one car, which was their grandmother's. Donald had used it to commute since he got back and had parked it at Abraham's apartment building, having agreed with Nana that she would briefly rely on the local commute.
"What's on your mind?" Donald asked, having noticed Roy's troubled expression.
Donald drove, while Roy had his seat belt on in the front passenger's seat, wearing an oversized black hoodie. Donald, on the other hand, was in a button-up beach t-shirt.
The sedan vehicle navigated through the streets and slowed down as it approached a minor traffic jam.
Roy straightened his back and spoke, "I told myself I won't think of Master Abraham's cryptic-ass words, but what he said about the future being set in stone is unsettling."
Donny chuckled. "Oh, that? Cash God's just a businessman who wants to make a profit. Do you know the money generated from an S-Class Executioner could literally end world hunger?"
However, Roy shook his head.
