Turning to the driver with a cold voice, Casey said, "The fork is poisoned. Hurry, get him help!"

In truth, there was no poison. Casey had no access to such substances. This deception was solely intended to mislead the driver and create a window for her escape.

After uttering her words, she swiftly exited the car and ran toward a bustling restaurant filled with people.

Observing Davey's pallid complexion, the driver couldn't help but reflect on the sheer ruthlessness of Casey!

Even the most intelligent individuals could become ensnared when emotions like love were at play, and Davey, despite his sharp wits, was not immune to being blindsided by someone so close.

Fortunately, Davey had seen this coming and had braced himself for any drastic measures taken by Casey.

Yet, the driver was perplexed as to why, knowing this, Davey allowed these events to unfold without intervention.

The driver mused probably the wealthy had a different mindset, unable to fully comprehend Davey's perspective. He swiftly retrieved a pre- prepared syringe containing a potent substance and injected it into Davey's arm.

The medication took effect rapidly. Davey's eyelashes flickered, and then his eyes gradually opened.

"Mr. Glyn, shall I escort you to the hospital?" the driver asked. He hesitated to touch Davey's hand, which was still pinned to the car seat.

Unexpectedly, Davey, expressionless, made an effort to remove the fork, but it remained firmly lodged during his initial attempt. More blood continued to spurt out.

The driver winced, the sight appearing agonizing even to witness.

The fork remained stuck because Casey had driven the opposite end into the metal beneath the car seat, causing it to bend. Her actions were intentional. By configuring one end of the fork into a sizable handle and bending the other end into a U-shape, it became impossible to remove without medical assistance.

Davey examined Casey's work and let out an odd chuckle.

The blood on his hand and neck transformed him from an imposing master of the house to a ghastly figure from hell. Even in such a moment, he could muster a laugh. Unbelievable!

With Davey's response still unclear, the driver hesitated to depart.

Just as he was about to inquire again, Davey seized the bent fork handle and pulled forcefully, dragging the large end through.

A large, bloody hole gaped in the palm of his hand.

Throughout this ordeal, Davey remained almost silent, his brow furrowing as the fork passed through.

The driver stared at the gaping wound in Davey's palm, experiencing a phantom pain as if his hand had been pierced. Davey was formidable!