“Harold, my well-being is none of your concern.”

Harold's frustration boiled over, and he slammed his hand against the car roof.

The driver instantly jumped from his seat and looked at him with startled eyes.

In the moonlit darkness, Harold's face twisted with intensity as he questioned Rena, “Do you really think I have no humanity? Do you believe I don't want you to be happy? Rena, have you ever considered that maybe I just want you to be happy?”

The cigarette quivered between his fingers as he exclaimed, “Damn it!