David was seated in the middle row of his private car, his posture stiff and his whole body radiating tension. His clenched fists rested tightly on his knees, knuckles turning pale from the force of his grip.
The tendons along his neck bulged visibly, and even the veins in his arms stood out, proof of how much frustration was boiling inside him. His expression was dark, his jaw set hard as if he were moments away from erupting.
"What the hell is wrong with this morning? Why is everything falling apart? And why… why have my mom and dad suddenly changed like this?" he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low but sharp with irritation.
In the driver's seat sat the family chauffeur, his body stiff, his eyes locked forward on the road ahead. There was something strange about him—his pupils seemed clouded, unfocused, as though his mind was not entirely present. And yet, outwardly, his hands moved the wheel and his body responded as though everything were perfectly normal.
