On the highway to Arthur's house, Noah glanced at the time on the dashboard.
A small frown crept onto his face.
"It's already time to pick up Emily, I almost forgot," he muttered.
He wasn't far, he was about twenty-five minutes away from her school.
Quickly, he sent a message to Arthur.
"Something came up. I'll be there in about an hour and a half."
With that sorted, he made a U-turn at the next roundabout and headed toward the primary school.
The sleek black Mercedes caught the attention of every kid playing outside, their wide eyes and excited whispers making him chuckle.
A few older kids pointed at the car, clearly recognizing its worth.
Parking near the entrance, Noah stepped out. As he walked toward the classroom buildings, several kids whispered and nudged each other, trying to guess who he was.
Peering through the classroom window, Noah saw Emily chatting with her best friend, Sarah.
