As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. Her precious daughter, gone forever!

Jeff’s face hardened as he retorted coldly, “You’ve spoiled Lise from the moment she came back. If you’re looking for someone to blame for what happened to her, look in the mirror. You’re just as responsible!” The accusation sent Sharon into a frenzy. She lunged at Jeff, clawing at him like a cornered animal.

“Don’t you dare pin this on me! You indulged her just as much as I did! It’s her own fault she ended up this way, not mine! And you—you’re her father! How dare you blame me?”

Jeff, already at his breaking point, slapped Sharon hard across the face. Sharon staggered back, staring at him in disbelief.

“You… You hit me?” Her voice rose to a shriek.

“I’ll make you pay for this!”

The two of them descended into a chaotic shouting match, throwing insults and blows at each other.

The guard watched the spectacle with detached indifference. To him, the squabbling of prisoners wasn’t worth intervening.

Meanwhile, outside the prison, Katelyn stepped into the sunlight. Its brightness was almost blinding, but it did nothing to warm the cold emptiness in her heart.

As she lowered her head, a sleek car pulled up in front of her. The window rolled down, and Vincent’s familiar face greeted her. Katelyn didn’t hesitate. She stepped into the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and glanced at him curiously.

Vincent didn’t ask any questions. Instead, he simply said, “I’m taking you somewhere.”

That caught Katelyn off guard. She tilted her head, her curiosity piqued.

“Where?”

Vincent’s lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile.

“You’ll see.” Without another word, he started the car. The vehicle shot forward like an arrow, the road ahead blurring into a streak of light.

When they finally arrived, Vincent parked and turned to Katelyn.

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“Go on. Give it a try.”

Katelyn’s eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. She froze, completely stunned.

They were on an almost endless racetrack.

Katelyn looked at Vincent, and in that brief glance, she knew exactly what he meant. Biting her lip, she nodded.

“Alright.”

It was as if a pressure cooker had been building inside her all day, its contents threatening to boil over. If she didn’t find a way to release it, she feared she’d lose herself.

Vincent had been waiting for this moment, anticipating her answer. He wasted no time—sliding out of the car and switching seats with a seamless motion. Katelyn slipped into the driver’s seat, buckled up, and then shot Vincent a teasing grin.

“Ready? You scared?”

Vincent’s lips tugged into a slight smile, his eyes gleaming with unspoken amusement.

“Scared of what? Let’s go.”

No more words were needed. Katelyn revved the engine, and the car surged forward like a bullet. The world blurred into a streak of colors as they sped through the summer night.

Vincent sat beside her, a calm presence, his smile barely fading, enjoying the ride.

In truth, Katelyn’s driving skills were formidable—on par with professional racers. But her usual demeanor had a way of keeping her in check, preventing her from indulging in moments like this. Now, though, with the reins fully in her hands, her eyes glimmered.

Vincent couldn’t help but watch her—she was like a sunflower in full bloom, radiant and unstoppable. A single glance was enough to warm his heart.

After thirty minutes of exhilarating speed, Katelyn eased her foot off the accelerator and pulled the car over to the side of the road. Her hands were still gripping the wheel, her breath a little more erratic. Vincent reached into the glove compartment and retrieved a bottle of water, passing it to her with a soft smile.

“Feeling better now?”

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