“I didn’t send it only because of you,” he cut me off, lifting the water. “I sent it for Mia too.”
I blinked. “For Mia?”
“Winter is coming,” Adrian said. “It gets cold. Picking up the kids with a car will be easier. I just didn’t want you to exhaust yourselves. It was nothing.”
I laughed, bitter.
He called a car worth that much nothing?
“Send your information to the dealership owner,” he said, taking a sip and setting the cup down. “He’ll handle the title transfer and registration.”
He pushed the key toward me. “Don’t try to give it back again.”
I stared at the keys and still refused. “Adrian, I really can’t take your car. I’ll buy one myself.”
He chuckled softly, then his voice dropped. “No more refusal.”
“It’s not that—” I tried to explain. “I just don’t need something that expe
