Chapter 493: 175: Don’t be afraid, I’ll co to take you ho_2
Dolores couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling inside.
She just felt like crying.
She felt a little breathless.
She had initially feared that Viola would look down on her, but it turned out she had been too narrow-minded.
The really noble people had no notion of class distinction.
Due to the rain, the car moved slowly.
The 12-kiloter-road would be no more than half an hour in daylight.
But at night with poor vision and the fear of sliding on the mountain roads, it took them nearly an hour to enter the village.
All three cars pulled in at the sa ti.
As soon as they entered the village, a chorus of barking dogs erupted.
“Woof, woof, woof…”
It was deafening.
Dolores kept her eyes on the road, “Master Driver, please slow down a bit, the roads are poor inside the village.”
Olsand Village was nestled at the foot of a mountain.
Due to its minimal usable area and high population density, the roads were not particularly wide.
A mont’s inattention could lead to the wheels careening off the edge.
The driver, having never tackled such roads before, proceeded at an incredibly slow pace due to the poor visibility, fearing he might capsize the car.
“Lady, what kind of place is this! The roads are so difficult to navigate.”
Dolores said, “This road is relatively good, there is a cliffside road up ahead.”
“Cliffside road?”
The driver turned pale at her words.
“Yes.” Dolores nodded.
“Oh, no, no. I’m acrophobic.” The driver hit the brakes and turned to Terrence, “Sir, can we… can we wait until daylight to continue?”
He really couldn’t go on.
The re thought terrified him.
Terrence was about to say sothing when Viola intervened, “I’ll drive.”
The driver looked at Viola, “Miss Thompson?”
How old was Viola?
Could she drive?
Seeing that Viola had decided to take the wheel, the driver steeled himself, “Perhaps… perhaps I should continue.”
After all, he was an experienced driver and ultimately more reliable than a young girl.
“It’s okay, I can do this.”
Viola opened the door, got out of the car, and headed for the driver’s seat.
The driver had no choice but to move to the back seat.
Once in the back seat, he was still apprehensive, “Miss Thompson, take care. If you feel like you can’t handle it, tell imdiately.”
“Okay.”
He now even worried if Viola had a driving license.
What if she didn’t?
He had a family!
Why didn’t the gentleman say anything to stop this?
To let a young girl make a fuss.
Was this the power of love?
Viola sat in the driver’s seat, buckled up, moved the gear from P to drive, released the brakes, and the car slowly began to move.
Facing the dangerous winding mountain roads, she seed to possess no fear.
Her handso face displayed not a ripple of reaction.
The vehicle moved steadily.
As if on smooth ground.
The driver in the backseat was dumbstruck.
Who would have thought that he, a veteran driver of over a decade, would be schooled by a young girl?
The driver even felt that if Viola hadn’t been mindful of the three cars following behind, she could have even taken off at full speed.
At this thought, he swallowed hard.
Scary.
Truly scary.
“Miss Thompson, we have to turn left up ahead and then imdiately turn right,” cautioned Dolores.
“Okay.”
Viola turned on her left turn signal.
The cars following behind imdiately prepared to turn left.
The drivers in the following cars were puzzled.
“How did Master Price’s driving skills suddenly improve?”
“Is it just an illusion?”
With this thought, the driver scratched his head.
At this mont.
The sky was gradually turning a pale white.
Lights were on in several houses ahead.
The villagers led a life of getting up early and going to bed late.
The arrival of three cars at the sa ti in the village.
Caught the attention of the early rising villagers.
Many ca out toothbrush in hand, curiously scrutinizing the unexpected visitors.
Viola scanned the road ahead, “How much longer until we reach the Mayhew’s?”
“Not long now.”
Viola then asked, “Geraldine, have you t Rachel before? How is she doing?”
She was very worried about Rachel now.
Rachel, who so yearned for family, was now going through such dark tis.
Dolores’s eyes welled up with tears, “I have… I saw her once during their wedding ceremony… ”
Recalling the despair in Rachel’s eyes that day, Dolores broke into tears.
Because through those eyes, she could see her own past self.
At that mont, she wished to whisk Rachel away from there.
But she couldn’t.
She didn’t have the capacity.
As Dolores spoke, she continued, “Geraldine is too kind-hearted. I’ve warned her more than once to leave, even providing her with escape money. But she didn’t believe .”
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