The matter of revenge was still unresolved, but Albert had something even more important to do.
Ignoring his injuries, he rushed to Cynthia's house, determined to bring her back.
After speaking, he yanked her hand away, disregarded her cries of alarm, and started the car. The silver-gray vehicle roared to life and shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. Cynthia could do nothing but cling tightly to the handle above her head, rendered speechless by fear.
Fortunately, her small apartment was only a few streets away from his luxurious mansion. The harrowing ride lasted only a short while before coming to an abrupt end.
Jumping out of the car, he grabbed her and marched toward the house. Her unease grew as she thought about the harsh words he had flung at her back in the apartment. She struggled against him,
"Albert Wilson, let me go! I can walk by myself!"
