After the tail lights of the sports car completely disappeared into the thick night, Evelyn Hanson gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white with anger.
The corner of her eye involuntarily glanced at Emily beside her in the passenger seat. Her friend's profile appeared extraordinarily pale under the streetlight's glow, with her jawline tightly clenched.
"Scumbag!"
Evelyn Hanson finally couldn't help but swear, her voice trembling with rage,
"That kind of man is totally unfit to be the father of my godchildren! Getting a divorce out of nowhere and then turning around to get into a sports car with another woman—"
Emily didn't respond, just stared at the rapidly retreating street scene outside.
The neon lights flickered in her pupils like shattered stars, yet they couldn't illuminate the deep fog in her eyes.
