The car sped away from the chaotic scene, and the sirens in the distance slowly faded, signaling the retreat of the mob. Inside the car, Bonnie couldn't stop herself from looking at James, who was still soaked and disheveled. Her heart ached seeing him in such a state. She immediately grabbed the tissue that Cynthia handed her, her hands shaking as she wiped the water and egg fragments from his face and suit.
"I'm so sorry, James, I... I've caused you so much trouble..." she said, her voice breaking with guilt.
James, always the composed and dignified man, was now in a state no one would expect him to endure. He was a man of great status, never accustomed to such humiliation. Yet here he was, drenched in water and covered in yellow egg yolk, his face bearing the signs of the mob's anger. Seeing him like this made Bonnie's heart twist in pain. She wiped away her tears as she continued to care for him.
