It didn't seem like a coincidence either.
Karen was experiencing a headache, involuntarily rubbing his forehead gently.
The nauseating and dizzy sensation, which began after seeing the third painting of the Order God Sect's trial, hadn't completely dissipated.
"Are you car sick?" The driver noticed Karen's condition through his rearview mirror. "I can slow down."
"No, it's fine. Please go as fast as you can."
"Alright."
The taxi stopped by the roadside. Karen paid the fare and got out of the car.
He suddenly realized that he should probably consider getting a driver's license and buying a car.
Getting a license wouldn't be difficult, and buying a second-hand car wouldn't be too expensive. Most importantly, taking taxis in Roja City was inconvenient and costly.
Karen walked into the living room and saw Aunt Mary comforting Mrs. Hughes, who was wiping her tears with a paper towel.
