Seeing the storm brewing on Morrison's face, Lilian immediately covered her mouth and wisely chose silence, obediently waiting for Sean to arrive.
When Sean finally came down and saw her car practically making out with the concrete barrier, he didn't hold back—he burst out laughing.
"Ah, classic woman driver!"
Lilian was fuming. That was a blatant, bare-faced insult to all female drivers!
With a furious glare, she shoved her car keys into Sean's hand, spun around, and stormed off toward Morrison's car, hopping in without another word.
Morrison dropped her off at the tax office while he stayed outside to wait. Lilian secretly prayed for some urgent work call to come in and whisk him away. But no—his phone didn't ring once the entire time.
When she was finally done and got back in the car, she noticed they weren't heading back toward the company.
"This isn't the way back, is it?" she asked.
"Nope," Morrison replied. "We're going to the hospital. Gotta get you checked."
