The silent tension within the car was suffocating, a stark contrast to the neon-lit streets outside. It felt as though an eternity had passed before Xavier finally pulled away, his expression hardening into a mask of cold indifference. He pushed Chloe aside with a clinical detachment, as if she were nothing more than a discarded object.
Chloe sat there, limp and pale, looking like a porcelain doll that had lost its soul. Her eyes were glazed, staring at nothing, her spirit bruised by the relentless psychological and physical pressure Xavier exerted. Xavier, clearly dissatisfied with her "half-dead" state, didn't offer a single word of comfort or a trace of remorse. He simply shoved the car door open and stepped out into the cool night air, leaving her alone in the darkness of the vehicle.
