Chapter 802
Chapter 805:
“After passing a car, flash the hazard lights twice. It’s a polite gesture to the car behind.”
Candice found herself behind the wheel of a sports car, guided by Milton’s commands. Interestingly, this driving episode didn’t trigger her post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms. She didn’t realize it.
In the autumn afternoon, on the slope of the hill, the sun seemed to have painted the leaves a luminescent green. The whispering rustle of leaves dancing in the wind floated through the slightly opened car window. The fresh, cool air added to the invigorating atmosphere their spirits.
Milton glanced at Candice, feeling a wave of satisfaction. After consulting a psychologist, he was convinced that she could overcome her limitations just like the previous time. He could then help her recover completely from her PTSD, liberating her from the specter of her past car crash.
Encouraging Candice to practice driving and prepare for the exam was just a pretext for Milton. His actual intent was to heal her emotional wounds.
At that moment, as he saw her driving freely, he felt a sense of relief. But soon, his expression turned stern, his forehead furrowing as he began to chastise Candice.
“You’ve crossed the double full line again!”
“The lane change is complete. Switch off the indicator. This is the third time I’m telling you!”
“You’re speeding! Can’t you hear the alarm?”
“That’s incorrect. You must check the arrow light while turning. Green light isn’t enough! Don’t you even know this? How did you pass the theory test?”
Milton was relentless in his criticisms.
Driving required intense focus, which was exhausting for Candice. Furthermore, Milton’s unending nitpicking was wearing her thin. She felt like she was constantly under fire, whether she drove fast or slow. He was nothing short of a merciless instructor. Her minor infractions, like a slight crossing of the middle line, were blown out of proportion. The speed exceeded by a mere 5 mph. Even a 10% fluctuation is acceptable. Did he believe she was unaware of that?
𝖀ρ𝓭α𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇ɩү 𝗈𝗇
“No, it’s not acceptable. Try again,” Milton continued his tirade.
Finally reaching her limit, Candice veered the car onto the emergency lane, bringing it to a halt.
Upon the sudden stop, Milton looked at her with a puzzled expression and inquired, “What seems to be the problem?”
“I insist on switching instructors,” Candice retorted angrily. “I can’t take this anymore! I’ll hire a coach myself. I’m a paying customer and should be treated with respect. The coach won’t berate me like this! I refuse to tolerate your harsh criticism any longer.”
Milton was taken aback at first.
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