The silver sports car drove down the morning road, steady and fast.
The Lucas family's mansion was located in an opulent luxury mansion area, surrounded by sparsely populated residences, with the coastal avenue almost entirely deserted.
And on such a morning, it was even more so.
Molly Wellington placed her schoolbag in front of her, holding it tightly, her slender fingers gripping the strap as she glanced sideways out the window.
Meanwhile, Abraham Redington's icy blue eyes were fixed on the road ahead, calm and indifferent.
Between them, no one spoke, the silence so profound that even the sound of breathing seemed superfluous.
"I'm staying for a week, then I'll leave," Abraham suddenly said, his voice extremely soft.
So soft that it almost made Molly Wellington doubt whether she had heard it right or if it had been an illusion.
