In the garage...
"Okay, mom, help me take the wheelchair to the trunk," Ambrose remarked frankly from the driver's seat.
"Sure." Rosie agreed without wasting a second.
She was as nervous as Ambrose.
Melanie's rash expression sprang to her mind.
What if she was met with an automobile accident...
Rosie moved the wheelchair into the trunk with great effort.
The moment the trunk was slammed closed...
He stepped on the accelerator without waiting for her.
"Ambrose!" Rosie yelled out to him in a devastated tone.
In truth, she was aware that Ambrose refused to let her accompany him, not because he was concerned about her hindering him, but because he knew he would be driving fast. If anything happened, she wouldn't be implicated!
Rosie returned to her worry stat
