Her Spikes Are My Only Joy

"I don't know she hates me because of her illness or because I've done something wrong."

Scarlett stuffed ice cream into her mouth.

Mike remained silent.

He lowered his head and sent a message with one hand.

Scarlett did not expect Mike's answer. She was just complaining.

She already felt much better to have a listener.

Mike's phone rang. He looked at it and turned the car around.

Scarlett had finished a box of ice cream, and when she looked up, she found that it was not the way home.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Along the way, no one said anything.

When they arrived, Scarlett found herself at the entrance of a bank.

She saw a familiar car in the parking lot at a glance. It was a black Mercedes.

It was Allen's car.

The road was crowded with people, and the car passing by one after another.

Mike held Scarlett's hand as they walked over, when they stopped in front of Allen's car, he handed Scarlett a bunch of keys.

"What?"