Norris broke free from his embrace and sat in the driver's seat, pressing one hand against her forehead and nodding slightly.
She couldn't really make out Trenton Smith's words now; she just wanted to get away from these people.
Trenton sat in the passenger seat and turned to look at her for a while. Then, he raised his head, closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, and took out his phone to call the driver.
The driver quickly ran over from another car.
He knocked on the car window, "Young Master Smith, did you call for me?"
Trenton opened the car door. "You'll take her to Amelia Miller's house in a moment."
The driver froze for a second, glancing at Norris, who had her head lowered as she sat in the driver's seat.
The air was oppressive, and the man's stormy expression combined with the woman's faint sobbing indicated that there had been an unpleasant argument just moments ago.
