"Mom, why are you still letting her stay with us!" Olivia Zane looked up dissatisfiedly at her mother and asked loudly.
"What do you know!" Ariana Evans glanced at her, her face changing from its usual tender benevolence as she walked to sit down in front of the couch, "How could we keep her tied to us without a bit of warmth?"
"Do you think you can keep her by doing this?" Olivia Zane turned her wheelchair to face her mother and continued to question dissatisfied.
Ariana Evans glanced at her indifferently, impatiently saying, "Enough, there are no outsiders here, stop pretending, it’s such a hassle."
"Mom, I’m asking you, why don’t you answer me!" Out of anger, Olivia Zane threw off the blanket covering her legs, stood up from the wheelchair with a flourish, and strode towards her mother. With such a decisive and vigorous pace, who would believe she was supposed to be immobile?
"Can’t you be more careful, your father is still at home." Ariana Evans frowned unhappily, clearly at a loss.
Olivia Zane sat down next to her mother and said petulantly, "Wasn’t it you who told me to stop pretending!"
"Can’t you keep your voice down!" Ariana Evans fondly poked her daughter’s forehead and whispered, "What are you going to do if your dad sees, how will you explain!"
"What’s there to explain, just say I was never paralyzed in the first place." Olivia Zane, wrapping her mother’s arm, said nonchalantly.
"You!" Ariana Evans was once again at a loss.
"Ariana, hasn’t the person left yet? Why haven’t you come up to rest?" Julian Zane’s voice sounded from the staircase and he appeared at the corner of the stairs, causing both Ariana Evans and her daughter to startle, exchanging panicked glances.
It was too late for Olivia Zane to sit back in the wheelchair, on instinct, their hands tightly clasped together, they looked frantically at the man descending the stairs.
Titus Zane walked out of the villa area alone; it was already night, with hardly any vehicles on the road—only private cars rushing past.
Standing by the roadside, Titus Zane checked her watch, realizing it was almost 9 PM. She blamed herself for being careless, for not having thought to ask her master to come pick her up.
Now, with her trusty little companion not by her side, standing in the familiar city, she didn’t know who to turn to for help.
As she was pondering what to do, a domineering SUV appeared from nowhere and stopped in front of her.
Titus Zane instinctively looked up; the car window rolled down, and Nathan Moore’s stern face came into view.
"Get in." Just two brief words, emotionless, much like his expression at the moment, looking straight ahead, not even glancing at her.
After looking at Nathan Moore, Titus Zane hesitated no longer and walked towards the back door.
At times , under these circumstances, what’s there to be so pretentious about!
Just as her hand touched the handle, Nathan Moore’s voice rang out again.
She tilted her head slightly, looking through the lowered window into the driver’s cabin at the man inside, somewhat slow to react.
"Sit in front!" The tone was absolute, as imperious as ever.
Titus Zane looked down, her lips curving into a faint smile, finding it somewhat ridiculous. In the past, the co-driver’s seat was Olivia Zane’s privilege; she was never qualified to enjoy it!
Nathan Moore furrowed his brows, looking at the woman standing behind through the rearview mirror, his tone becoming displeased when he spoke again.
"Do you want to stand in the street till dawn!"
Titus Zane pursed her lips again, took a deep breath, shook her head, and walked back to the passenger door, and without further ado, she got in.
Since he didn’t mind, she shouldn’t either. It’s just a ride, nothing more.