Would your driver also ask to plant a bomb in your car?

Stephen gasped, unsure whether it was out of shock or relief. Either way, he clasped his chest tightly as he panted.

"Ah, goodness," he breathed out. The feeling was akin to finally removing a splint from his fingertip. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Oh, thank goodness."

Hugo chuckled, watching his uncle through the rearview mirror with a smile.

"Settle down, Uncle. I'm not going to take you anywhere else," he reassured. "I just need to talk to someone for a second."

"Hugo!" Stephen roared, glaring at the driver's seat. "How could you— you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Again, Hugo just laughed, which Stephen didn't appreciate.

"Goodness…" Stephen exhaled once more, tapping his chest. He leaned back, resting his mind after it had raced with thoughts of survival.

When Stephen recovered, he snapped his eyes at the driver's seat. "Where's my driver?"