Sora's POV
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Yeongjae snapped, his voice exploding inside the car. "Who the fuck are you?! Stop the car right now!"
Isla didn't even flinch.
Her hands stayed steady on the wheel, eyes locked on the road like none of this chaos existed.
"Make a guess," she said calmly. "If you get it right, I'll stop the car."
I shut my eyes for a second and shook my head.
Of course, she would do this now.
"The only reason I'm not kicking you out is because we're on the highway," Yeongjae growled, gripping the dashboard like he was barely holding himself together. "So you better start talking. I don't have the patience for your games."
"Isla," I cut in, my voice heavier than I intended. "This isn't funny anymore. Can you just answer him?"
I leaned forward slightly, exhaustion finally creeping into my bones.
"It's late. I'm tired. And this—" I gestured between the two of them "—this isn't like you. You don't just show up and… do this. What happened?"
