Once again, Bruce had stepped up, boldly defending Ezra's dignity. This was something she had always longed for—though she never imagined it would actually happen.
Since Bruce had regained his senses, these long-held desires were becoming a reality.
"Please step aside. If something gets damaged, it might be hard to afford the repairs," Bruce said calmly as he turned to the group of onlookers.
The neighbors exchanged uneasy glances before quietly moving to the side. In the presence of such a luxury car, they didn't dare argue.
What kind of world was this, after all? People mocked the poor but didn't laugh at those with questionable morals. Even if Bruce was disabled, he was a man with a Ferrari—a cripple who drove a supercar.
"Bruce, let's go inside," Ezra said, her face slightly flus
