Emily Parker didn't answer, her gaze faintly glanced over at Adam Willow in the driver's seat.
Adam tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his palms sweaty, and felt a bit guilty as he looked up to meet Emily's clear eyes.
He opened his mouth and spoke softly,
"Little Sophie sprained her ankle and can't drive, and my car is in the shop, so I drove her home after work. Why don't we go together?"
*Calling her Little Sophie so soon, how could this be just an ordinary doctor-patient relationship?*
Emily pressed her lips together and stopped looking at Adam.
Sophie Parker had several cars, gifts from the Parker Family when she turned eighteen and went to college.
As for Emily, she didn't have a car and usually took the hospital shuttle to work.
Right after Adam spoke, Sophie glanced at the back seat, then stuck out her tongue sheepishly and spoke particularly loudly,
"Oh, sis, look at my memory. I forgot I'm not driving my usual car today. This sports car was modified by Deity Owen and the back seat is too small, only suitable for cats and dogs. I'm afraid it won't be comfortable for you, sister."
"Deity Owen? Little Sophie, your car was modified by Deity Owen?"
Adam's gaze immediately fell on Sophie, his words unable to hide his excitement, and his face was slightly red.
It was truly an honor for him to drive a car modified by Deity Owen.
"What deity?"
Emily was taken aback, looked at the car again, *and confirmed she wasn't blind or something.*
*What an insult, modified to look this ugly with so many issues. How could it be modified by Deity Owen?*
"Sister, you don't know who Deity Owen is, right? No wonder, since you don't even have a driver's license. Deity Owen is the greatest automotive engineer in our country, and the cars he has modified have won first place in world competitions."
Sophie spoke proudly, glancing at Emily with a look of disdain, *bumpkin, you don't know, do you?*
Beside her, Adam looked at Emily standing outside the car with a bewildered expression, feeling a bit sorry.
Emily had many virtues; she was pretty and had a gentle and sensible personality, but her education was slightly lacking, and she was not very knowledgeable, given that her biological mother was just a rural woman.
Although she and Sophie were biological sisters, she was only the foster daughter of the Parker Family and hadn't learned to sing, dance, or play the piano.
She also seemed to never wear makeup, carrying just a reusable bag when going out.
Besides working, cooking, and filling prescriptions, Emily had no hobbies, unlike Sophie, who understood everything from cars to concerts to financial news.
Adam had only met Sophie twice, but he found they clicked very well.
*He had no idea Sophie had researched everything in advance, catering to his preferences with her love for Deity Owen's modified cars and all.*
"This car of yours..."
Emily's foot accidentally nudged the car tire.
"Sis, be careful; this car is really expensive. Your salary wouldn't be enough to fix it."
Sophie quickly stopped Emily.
"I have to work early tomorrow morning, so I'll stay at the old house and not come back tonight."
Emily took a few steps back, distancing herself from the car.
Sophie pursed her lips; the "old house" Emily referred to was the one left to her by her rural mother, reportedly only a few square meters—a small, dilapidated place.
Back when Emily was brought over from the countryside, she came with nothing but a shabby reusable bag containing a moldy property certificate and an obsolete pager, along with an old laptop.
Mrs. Parker found them dirty and didn't even bother to look at them.
"Emily doesn't like driving, doesn't understand these things."
Adam was checking out the car, his hand caressing the steering wheel of the sports car.
Adam remembered that when he first bought a car, he wanted to teach Emily how to drive and get her a license, but she wouldn't even touch it, saying she wouldn't drive that kind of car.
*Men love cars, and a car modified by Deity Owen is a dream car for countless men. He was already eager to try this car.*
Emily watched the two of them drive away and said lightly,
"You're right. This car is just for cats and dogs."
*Saying she didn't know about cars, huh~ couldn't stand it.*
Emily looked up at the sky, which was overcast and about to rain again.
*Wondered what it would feel like if the tire suddenly blew out on a stormy day.*
On the other side, Carlos, after a busy day, picked up his phone and unexpectedly found a reply from "Grandpa."
A photo showed a blue lunch box.
The lunch box was open, containing a serving of vegetable and preserved egg congee, and two side dishes. Although they were simple home-cooked dishes, they looked quite appetizing in the photo.
Below the photo was a message,
"Eat well."
*Grandpa had gone to mooch a meal at the meal partner's again?*
Carlos felt inexplicably hungry as he looked at it.
He remembered the dishes, although he hated eating congee, the photos Grandpa took looked quite good, and he wanted to see if it was truly so delicious to earn such praise from his usually picky Grandpa.
...
Emily returned to an area in the urban village.
She walked all the way to a building in front of her. Well... this building matched the moldy property certificate her mother had left behind.
The property on the certificate was located in the urban village, considered old and shabby, but it wasn't small.
A small high-rise of over ten stories, located in the bustling old downtown, with several thousand square meters and housing over a hundred tenants.
"Sister Emily, you're here."
"Sister Emily!"
Several young guys with yellow hair respectfully greeted Emily as they saw her.
Emily nodded, pressed the elevator button, and went to the top floor.
She used her fingerprint to open a black door, and her vision suddenly expanded.
The top floor of the building was a duplex, with two levels totaling more than 500 square meters.
After Emily modified it, the first floor was a massive workshop storing all the tools and materials she needed.
The second floor was a bedroom with a 200-square-meter open-air garden planted with some precious herbs.
Entering the door, she changed her clothes and picked up the pager. After not checking it all day, several messages had accumulated.
"The Morrow Family from the Capital City wants a bulletproof business car modified, offering ten million."
"Some significant person in Harbor City is suffering from an unknown illness, releasing a medical search notice, price negotiable."
"Multiple entertainment companies are sending invitations for songs..."
Emily didn't reply to any of the messages. *She wasn't in the mood.*
Emily turned off the pager and threw it aside, with only one thought in her mind; she couldn't keep this child.