When Davey heard Casey's outburst, he wasn't shocked. He had always known that Casey hadn't forgotten anything. "Casey, everything I've done, I did out of love for you!" he claimed even now.

Casey responded with both pain and disgust, “Davey, to you, I'm just a possession, something you can move around at your will."

“What nonsense!" Davey countered. "No matter where you are, you're the lady of the house, and you're my woman."

"Enough! It's disgusting!" Casey screamed in pain. "Let me out of the car!"

If not for her children, Casey would have long ago ended this demon's life and accepted the consequences. But she couldn't do that now. She needed to be there for her children, including Raegan, Erick, and the son she had only been with during his first three months.

The driver, drenched in sweat, urged, “Mr. Glyn, please, allow me to open the door."

The driver couldn't understand the situation. Even if the door were unlocked, Casey couldn't get away. Why endure such injury and bleed so much? Was it some kind of twisted masochism?

The loss of blood drained the color from Davey's usually composed face, leaving it ghostly pale. He gestured for the car door to be opened.

As soon as the driver unlocked the door, Casey adjusted the sharpened fork she had been preparing and plunged it into the back of Davey's hand!

In an instant, blood burst out instantly. Taken by surprise, Davey groaned.

Casey pushed the fork through his hand into the car seat, pinning it securely. She had spent considerable time sharpening that fork. It pierced Davey's hand, firmly attaching it to the seat. Getting it out would be a real challenge.

Feeling the hope of reuniting with her children and escaping from Davey's grasp, Casey beamed. Sadly, she was too inexperienced, completely unaware of the indifference of people in Aurora.

As the fork connected with the back of Davey's hand, blood instantly began spurting out.

Caught off guard, Davey emitted a grunt of pain.

Casey forcefully drove the fork through his hand, securing it to the car seat. The fork was carefully sharpened by her for days to ensure complete penetration, rendering it exceedingly challenging to remove without specialized tools and causing excruciating pain to attempt any removal.

Immediately after, Casey swiftly raised her elbow and delivered a fierce strike to a pressure point on the back of Davey's head.

Following a surge of intense pain, Davey lost consciousness.

The driver, visibly shocked and pale, exclaimed, "Mr. Glyn!"

However, with Davey still under Casey's control, the driver refrained from making any move.

Casey's every movement was driven by intense hatred, demonstrating her ruthless nature. Unable to directly vanquish this demon and seek vengeance for her parents, she resolved to inflict as much physical suffering upon him as possible.