"It's okay, I can manage." Abigail Summer smiled and waved her hand neatly, starting the engine, reversing, and getting on the road.
"Abigail, if it's too much, don't force yourself." Charlotte Green was still concerned.
The orphanage was a bit far from the urban district, requiring one to cross over a hill, with roads that were quite winding. She worried about Abigail Summer's mental state.
Unfortunately, she hadn't learned to drive.
"I'm much better now." Abigail Summer gave her a reassuring smile, her headache had lessened after leaving the orphanage.
Soon, Abigail Summer's spirits lifted, and the two of them started chatting and laughing again.
Suddenly, Abigail Summer's smile froze, and she began staring at the rearview mirror with growing tension.
"Abigail, what's the matter?" Seeing the sudden change in Abigail Summer's demeanor, Charlotte Green felt uneasy.
