"Mr. Jennings! Is that Mr. Jennings?!"
The woman's voice quivered, drifting—oh no, stepping closer—to the car, practically pressing against its front.
Chase Jennings finally recognized her: the woman who had been condescending and bullied Ava Zimmerman at the warehouse that day.
He remembered—it seemed her name was... Fiona Harper?
A person,
not a ghost.
While secretly relieved, he also felt a surge of annoyance.
What was she doing here blocking his way?
"What do you want? Hurry up and move! Do you have a death wish?"
The driver rolled down the window and shouted at Fiona Harper.
Fiona quickly leaned close to the car, her face pitiful as she peered at the back seat where Chase was,
"Mr. Jennings, you really misunderstood me that day at the warehouse. I swear, I didn't mean to mock Ava Zimmerman. Mr. Jennings, could you... would you please forgive me?"
Chase stared at Fiona with an indifferent expression,
"Understood. You can leave now."