Davey sighed gently, sounding tired of her. “Casey, what's on your mind? I never said you couldn't."

"Then open the window. You said you wanted to make me happy today, and I'm not happy right now." Casey began to become more demanding.

Davey observed her for a moment and signaled to the driver to lower the window.

The window opened halfway, and Casey felt a burst of cold air.

However, as the surroundings got even emptier, Casey started to worry.

"Davey, where are we actually going?"

Davey's face was unreadable as he disclosed, "We're leaving Aurora."

“Leaving Aurora?" Casey was stunned, thinking she had heard wrong.

"You said we were going out for some fun. Why does that suddenly involve leaving Aurora? Why the rush?"

Davey responded calmly, "Casey, I've grown tired of this place. I need a change of scenery, and bringing you along doesn't mean we can't have fun."

Casey was at a loss for words. She suddenly reached for the door, screaming, “Stop the car! Stop the car"

Davey's decision seemed irrational to her. He insisted on leaving, but she couldn't possibly go with him. Her daughter had only just arrived in Aurora. Leaving now could mean she might never see her daughter again. She simply could not leave!

The only thing on Casey's mind was escaping and finding her daughter.

However, her attempts to escape were in vain. Davey effortlessly lifted her onto his lap, holding her back. "Casey, why are you so against leaving? Is there someone in Aurora that makes you want to stay?"

Casey's mind raced. She obviously couldn't reveal anything about her daughter and quickly said, "I haven't had the chance to say goodbye to Dr. Hinks. You announced the leaving so suddenly, without giving me any time to prepare."

Davey maintained his calm and said, "If you want to see Dr. Hinks, then we'll go see her."

The driver immediately turned the car around, heading in a new direction.

Casey didn't actually want to meet Jimena. She feared it might raise Davey's suspicions. But the detour presented an opportunity, as the new route would pass by a few other cars, indicating it wasn't entirely secluded.

Casey gazed out and suddenly pulled out a sharpened fork, pressing it against Davey's throat and shouting at the driver, "Stop the car!"

The fork's tip was honed to a point, and with gentle pressure, it drew blood from Davey's neck.