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Chapter 92:
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Vincent drove his car away from the bakery with his mind replaying the scene again and again. Fortunately, the road was empty, and dying from an accident is less likely.
Vincent's grip on the steering wheel tightens as time goes by, it is almost like he wants to break it into two.
'He's not the one!'
'Vincent? Unhand me!'
'You two are not fit for each other!'
'I don't like him, okay!'
'You're not lying?'
'What is it to you, anyway?'
Vincent felt like something exploded in him. He forcefully maneuvered the car to the side road and stopped.
The car's engine died, the light lamps standing a few meters away from each other flickered, and thick, black clouds shrouded the moon.
Vincent remained inside his car. His forehead was on the steering wheel and his breathing was heavy.
He can't get what happened earlier out of his head.
His brother's words, Almer and Kimberly...
Kimberly.
Kimberly.