At the next moment, Angel surprisingly found herself seated at the backseat of Tryson's car while he drove.
She had been determined not to leave, but Tryson, despite her resistance, had managed to coax her into the car.
Her defiance was palpable, yet Tryson remained undeterred, taking his place behind the wheel, the hum of the engine filling the tense silence between them.
The sun, now beginning to set on the horizon, cast its warm, golden rays across the landscape. As she stood in front of the gate, feeling as determined as ever, Angel felt the quiet weight of the day settling in, and with the sinking sun, her determination began to waver.
She knew she couldn't let Tryson win so easily, especially when she still had to speak to Arthur, but in that moment, she couldn't help but feel a sense of futility creeping in.
