"Mom, it's okay." I squeezed her hand, my voice firm, "From now on, we only need to think our own feelings."
As soon as I finished speaking, a familiar roar came behind us. "Anne! Stop right there!"
Turning around, I saw Liam and his mother. Their hair looked messy and panting.
He strode over to me. "Anne! How dare you selling the car and running away! I am still your husband, remember?"
“You've completely lost your mind, Anne!” His mom caught her breath. “Give us the money from selling the car! Come with us to buy it back! And cancel that tour package!”
“Give the money to you?”
I raised an eyebrow, then continued with calm but sarcastic tone, "For what? For you to show your devotion to your mom again? Or just curious where you will abandon my mom again? In some deserted place?"
"Cut the nonsense!" Liam waved his hand rudely, refusing to respond. "The car is family property. You just say sell it? How are we going to go back? Tell me!"
My lips curled slightly and I deliberately slowed my speech, repeating his words clearly, word for word, "Anyway, you can read the signs, right? Just follow the directions and take the bus back yourself."
