79 The will to help

“Your car? You mean the one I gave you?” Something must have happened for Jackson to be so restless and tail her all through the morning. He nodded and seemed on the verge of tears. Flora frowned. Despite his tall stature, nearing six feet, why was he behaving like a child? “Alright, stop acting like a child. I might go in for you. But I haven’t touched a race car in many years. I don’t think I would mind if he broke my legend.” She did not care about accolades. She only took part in races with her identity concealed, but she never expected it to attract so many followers. Flora could ignore them, but she felt she owed them an explanation. Jackson used to idolize Flora without knowing her. Now, just based on her face, he felt she must be his grandma’s student daughter but he felt he should keep mute on that for the meantime . Frustration lingered in Flora's mind as she saw Axel’s call but she answered them anyway. "I'm on my way, Axel. Just give me a