The effects of the anesthesia had almost completely worn off, and Abel was driving with one arm, pouring down his face.
Emmeline had asked several times, but Abel refused to let her drive. sweat
“This car is automatic. I don’t have to shift gears. There’s no issue with the gears,” Emmeline muttered.
“The key is that you don’t have a driver’s license right now. Besides, you’re not experienced with driving.” Abel teased her. “It’s okay. Once you get your license, you can be my chauffeur.”
“What’s the situation with Dad now? Is it okay?” Emmeline asked, her brow furrowed.
“You’ve asked three times already.” Abel said, “When did you start doubting what I say?”
Doubt? Emmeline blurted out, “Because you lied.”
He replied, “I lied?”
“You celebrated Alana’s birthday.” Emmeline turned her head to look at him. “Why did you tell me it was just Dylan?”
“Please.” Abel suddenly remembered. “I just thought it would be complicated to explain! Besides, there’s nothing between me and Alana!”
Emmeline snorted and fell silent, but she had already guessed the reason.
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