Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence

The driver raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard.

After a pause, he replied, If youre not going there, youll still have to pay the full fare.

Just change the route.

Ill pay, Moss shot back, impatience rising.

He pulled out a thick stack of cash to show it to the driver.

Hurry up.

Ive got something important to do.

When the driver saw the stack of bills, his eyes lit up.

Just then, Moss said, Take me to the train station.

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At the north entrance of the train station.

Moss, cradling Melon in his arms, hopped out of the car in a hurry.

The driver trailed behind, popping open the trunk.

He quickly unfolded the stroller and helped Moss stow the bags inside.

A N G E L A s L I B R A R Y In a flurry of motion, the driver fished out the stack of cash Moss had given him from his pocket.

Though his wallet was thin, he wasnt greedy.

He plucked out a few bills for his fare, ready to hand the rest back to Moss.

However, when he glanced up, he saw Moss already pushing the stroller toward the entrance, walking away.

Hey! Sir! Your money! the driver called out, his voice tinged with urgency.

He made to follow, but a security guard stopped him, telling him to move his car, cautioning about potential traffic congestion.

Despite his protests, the guard remained firm.

Left with no alternative, the driver resorted to shouting after Moss.

The driver was certain Moss had heard him, yet Moss merely cast a backward glance before disappearing into the station, showing no inclination to reclaim his money.

The driver stood bewildered, his mind racing.novelbin

How affluent must Moss be to abandon such a sum? Or perhaps… Moss had given him funny money.

This unsettling thought jolted the driver.

He hurriedly scrutinized the money.

The impatient security guard nudged him, his voice rising above the cacophony of car horns.

Are you deaf? I told you to move your car! With no other choice, the driver returned to his car with the money and drove away.

Inside the train station, Moss strode purposefully, exchanging his glasses for a pair of dark sunglasses.

He approached the ticket window, his demeanor calm.

Two tickets to Ivebridge, he said.

The staff member smiled apologetically.

Im sorry, sir.

Ivebridge tickets are sold out.

Then tickets to somewhere else will do, Moss said, his tone betraying a hint of urgency.

His sole objective was to escape Eleymond, where Holden was in charge.

He could go anywhere else.

A crackle of static preceded the station-wide announcement: all trains would be delayed by fifteen minutes due to the weather.

Passengers around began to murmur in disbelief.