“Cristofer, behave yourself, or I’ll get out of the car right now!”

“I mean no offense,” Cristofer said with a sigh and drew back his hand. “I just want to help you fasten the seat belt... Just like what I always did in the past.”

“No, thanks. I can do it myself,” Estelle said coldly.

Cristofer didn’t say anything more and started the car.

Then the car slowly drove away from the hospital and nosed its way into the traffic.

It happened to be the rush hour, and there were ...