Tiffany arrived via cab. Arianne had intended on having Tiffany take one of the cars from the garage, but Henry was nowhere to be found. She had no choice but to take a random passable-looking set of car keys from the drawer in Henry’s room. She carried the chicken soup under the hot sun, waiting for Tiffany to bring the car around from the garage. A dazzling silver streak suddenly entered her sights, shooting through the sunlight. It was altogether breathtaking.
She was shocked. It was a two-seater silver sports car. Her first impression of it was how cool it looked. Driving it out would be absolutely awesome!
Tiffany was sweating from nervousness, “Ari, are you sure you want me to drive this car along with you to drop off the chicken soup? Would Mark kill you if he finds out?”
Arianne wasn’t particularly picky about cars, as long as they could be driven. Hence, she slid inside without any hesitation, “It’s fine. Just take it. He’d strangle me, not you. Besides, we’re taking this chicken soup to him, we’re not going too far. Is this car… expensive?”
Tiffany nodded like a chicken pecking on rice, her shiny almond eyes filled with excitement and joy, “That’s right, it’s not cheap. Not cheap at all. It’s the kind of car that can’t be found just anywhere, internationally limited edition. If you sell it off, you could get a damn good price for it. I was young and naive back then, and forced my dad to buy this car for me. My dad said that I was going to kill him…”
Despite having lived in the Tremont Estate for many years, Arianne had gained quite a lot of worldly experiences. However, she didn’t really understand cars that much. Why did they have to be so expensive? Of course, she had no way of understanding how Tiffany felt right now.
There was no shortage of frenzied car honking along the way from vehicles that were deeply interested in Mark’s sports car. One car even tailed them, refusing to let them go. However, they could not accelerate, as they were in the urban district. Otherwise, they would have been able to shake the car off.
Tiffany’s vanity was swelling so much that it was bursting, “What an awesome feeling. I’ve never driven such a great car or experienced anything like this. Look at that Maserati behind us, it’s been chasing us down the entire way. I never pegged Mark for a wild adrenaline demon, especially since he’s always so calm and collected.”
Arianne smiled and said nothing. She had noticed that most of the cars in the garage were sports cars. However, she had never seen Mark drive them. He probably enjoyed them when he was younger, then rarely used them as the years passed and he grew more mature. However, that didn’t mean that he no longer liked them. They were probably sentimental to him.
They arrived at the hospital and walked past the white walkway. Tiffany felt scared at the sight of the bodyguards in front of Mark’s ward, “Ari, you go. I won’t be going in. I’ll wait for you outside. Here, take the car keys. Take good care of them. I’m afraid that I might accidentally lose them.”
Arianne took the keys and walked into the ward. She had expected for Mark to be lying on the bed, still sickly after suffering heavy wounds and needing help. However, he was already sitting up and typing away on his laptop, doing his work to boot.
He shot her an indifferent glance when he realized that she had arrived, “What are you doing here?”
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