Jessica's eyes begged the cab driver; her voice shook with desperation: "Please, sir, help us; it is an emergency and each minute is dear."
The cab driver was unrelenting, his face hardened, a mask of indifference.
He shook his head and turned away wordlessly.
This was a jarring reprimand, an explicit reminder of their despair.
As he took off, leaving them helpless on the ground, Mr. Jude, who had stayed at the back, began to enjoy the scenario with a wicked smile on his face.
He muttered to himself, "I love this drama; their misery is music to my ears."
He growled under his breath, "I only wish no vehicle would ever come along and that they would be stuck here at my mercy."
His smile was twisted, a perfect evil, as he enjoyed others in pain and misery.
Desperation mounted in Emma.
