Offend the Yancey Clan, and you shall have no place in Night City! ...
George Summer remained silent, sinking into boundless sorrow. Until now, he had been deceiving himself, unwilling to believe that Tara was already another man's wife. But today, hearing her words seemed to have plunged him into an abysmal chasm.
Her decisive demeanor left him thoroughly chilled to the bone, his whole body cold.
George Summer stared at the car, his gaze lingering even after it disappeared from sight—
Tara… Tara… his Tara…
After Owl Eagle drove out of the parking lot, he glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror. Tara Summer was leaning against the backrest, silent.
She tilted her head, her eyes fixed on the window. The street lights outside reflected on her fair-skinned face, making it appear even paler.
"Young Madam, should we go to the hospital for a check-up?" Owl Eagle furrowed his brows, feeling concerned, afraid that she might be unwell.
