Evelyn had no choice but to accept the car.
After all, she didn't even own one.
For the past four years in this small town, her life had been simple. She walked everywhere, through markets, to the cafe or beach.
Whenever she needed to go as far as Grayenfall City, she'd either call a taxi when one miraculously appeared or borrow Martha's old sedan.
But Axel's words kept replaying in her mind, striking harder than she wanted to admit: "What if there's another urgent situation, like Oliver's injury a few days ago? What if I didn't arrive on time? How are you supposed to get a taxi that quickly in this town?"
That alone had melted her. She couldn't argue with him, not when he was right.
The thought of another emergency left her stomach in knots. Refusing him would mean gambling with her son's safety and well-being, and that, she could never do.
So she accepted the SUV, not for herself, but for Oliver. At least, that's what she told herself as her pride nagged in protest.
