In Sierra Vincent's view.
Her father, Shane Vincent, had come to repent.
Holding the bottle of orange juice, Sierra Vincent was still wondering if she had been too harsh on her father all these years.
After all, he had just gone through the death of her mother, which, in truth, was caused by herself. It's normal for him to loathe her after that.
But she didn't know.
As Shane Vincent got into the car and drove off, an insidious smile appeared on his face.
Perhaps in his view.
Emotions in this world were cheap.
Only power was real.
"It's all done. You should be able to get in in half an hour."
He spoke into the phone.
On the other end, Adair Meyer was sitting in a car right across the street from the motorcycle shop.
He had clearly seen everything that just happened.
"What if she doesn't drink it?"
Adair Meyer asked with some concern.
Shane Vincent said, "Don't worry, she will drink it."
"How do you know? She obviously threw it away."
