The room had no windows and carried a faint scent of smoke and stuffiness.
Olivia Wilson sat on the bed and asked Amelia Clarke, "Who was that person driving just now?"
Amelia Clarke was stunned for a moment before regaining her composure, lying without a hint of blush or hesitation, "Taxi driver, what about it?"
Olivia Wilson was skeptical, "Was that really a taxi we were in just now?"
The car looked quite nice, the seat must have been real leather—what kind of taxi has that sort of setup? Plus, that didn't look like a taxi from the outside, and... "How come I didn't see you pay him?"
Amelia Clarke smiled and explained, "That was a carpool I called through a ride-hailing app. It's the same concept as a taxi, and I paid online... Mom, you've come all the way to Capital City, it can't just be to see me, right? If there's something you want to say, just say it."
