The car started moving slowly.
In the silent car, nothing could be heard except for the slight sobs from the young woman.
Mr. White kept looking ahead, not saying anything more.
He wanted to ask what this passenger had been through.
But he feared unintentionally exacerbating her wounds.
The car traveled on the road for over half an hour, and the young woman cried for that entirety.
Soon, the car arrived at the destination.
Mr. White eased on the brakes, "We've arrived."
The young woman got out of the car and closed the door.
Seeing that the car door was closed, Mr. White drove away.
He could make it back in good ti to buy so discounted vegetable salad from the convenience store.
At that mont, the young woman who had already left turned around and opened the back door of the car.
Mr. White was startled, "What's wrong?"
"I want to die in your car!" said the young woman.
Upon hearing this, Mr. White was completely stunned!
Dying in his car?
How much would he have to compensate?
He had driven for a long ti, making only a tad more than two thousand dollars in total. If soone died in his car, twenty thousand wouldn't be enough for compensation!
Mr. White tried to calm himself down and said, very gently: "Miss, please don't panic. Life is full of ups and downs, sotis endurance is the key. Besides, there's no enmity between us. If you die in my car, how am I to cope? I've not even gotten married or had a child. I haven't even confessed to the person I like..."
The young woman looked at him quizzically, picked up her keys from the backseat and said, "Master, what are you talking about?"
Seeing the keys in the young woman's hand, Mr. White let out a sigh of relief. He realized he had misunderstood, he apologized, "No problem, no problem. I misunderstood."
After he cleared the confusion, Mr. White stepped on the gas and left promptly.
Although it was a misunderstanding this ti, what if he faced similar situation in the future?
Mr. White frowned slightly.
Although he could make thirty-five dollars every ride, he shouldn't go for small gains but overlook bigger concerns.
After pondering.
Mr. White chose not to give up on his thirty-five dollars. He decided to invest in installing a cara inside his car.
Regardless of what happened, he wouldn't have to worry!
After all, a cara only costs a few hundred dollars.
He could earn back these few hundred dollars by providing a couple more rides.
Reassured by this idea, Mr. White had his smile back on. He parked the car in front of the convenience store and bought two boxes of discounted vegetable salads.
That would be his dinner.
Back at the White Family Mansion, Mr. White was having his dinner while browsing his phone.
As soon as he unlocked his phone, he was greeted by the page he had just closed.
Flora Tiarks's social dia feed.
Viola Thompson's future husband.
His face expressionless, he scrolled down and quickly saw posts by Diana Hershey and Fiona Knight.
Diana posted a group photo.
A group photo of the four of them.
Viola and Diana stood in the center, Fiona and Flora stood on the sides, while there were four people, Mr. White only had eyes for Viola.
He closed his social dia, seemingly lost in thought, and opened a financial app.
Usually, Mr. White becos completely engrossed when he opens the financial app.
But not today.
He just couldn't focus.
Strike it as odd.
The financial data seed to turn into astronomical figures, which were difficult to comprehend.
Just then, a ssage popped up on his WhatsApp.
It was from Flora.
"Uncle! Don't forget, my mother's birthday is the day after tomorrow!" Flora reminded.
"Alright." Mr. White replied with an affirmative one-word response.
After replying to Flora, Mr. White put down his chopsticks. Usually frugal and not at all wasteful when it ca to food, for the first ti, he couldn't finish his al.
Even though he didn't eat much, he didn't feel hungry.
A strange, sour feeling welled up in his chest, it felt unusual, almost as if his breathing had slowed down.
Mr. White lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
anwhile.
Flora put down her phone and said, "Vio, Diana, Fiona, the day after tomorrow is my mother's birthday. Rember to co."
Diana nodded, "What ti does the birthday banquet start?"
"Six o'clock in the evening." Flora added, "At the W Hotel."
"Alright."
Flora continued, "You three have to be there! No one's allowed to miss it!"
"Sure," Viola laughed, "Fortunately, I don't have much to do the day after tomorrow."
Diana glanced at Flora, "Don't worry, we won't be absent."
"That's settled then!"
"Hmm."
At this point, a lavish Maybach eased its way towards them.
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