Makeshift Driver

"Jefferson, I..." Eunice trembled under Jefferson's fierce gaze. She wanted to say something, but was once again interrupted by him. "Eunice, since you have forgotten, I will do you the courtesy of jogging your memory." Feeling uneasy, Eunice wanted to reach out for Jefferson's arm. But before she could even touch the hem of his clothes, he stepped back and avoided her. He said in a colder and sterner voice, "Get away from me, and don't show up in front of me ever again." "Why? Jefferson, what did I do?" Eunice blinked, and tears started to roll down from the corners of her eyes, painting her into a picture of pity. "We are friends who grew up together. You didn't even ask who was the one at fault, but you're already yelling at me. Why are you doing this to me?" "Eunice, you should be clearer than anyone else of what you've done. Sure, we're friends who grew up together, but no one can stand you trampling on them over and over again." Freya knew that once Jefferson took action, the con