I sneered and spoke calmly, "Your car? Liam, after driving it for so long, you seem forget about something now. That car is registered in my name, black and white on paper."
There was a choke on the other end, clearly stuttering at the words. After a long pause, he finally spoke. "That… that doesn’t mean you can just sell it by yourself! Why didn’t you ask for my permission? How can you decide on your own?"
"That’s my own my property, why should I need your permission?"
Without waiting for his response, I continued, "Also, just to let you know, I've signed my mom up for a tour and we're on our way to the airport. About your next trip, you handle it yourself."
"Tour? Airport? You...you..."
He was completely stunned. When he came to his senses, he exploded with even louder shouting, "Anne! Get back here! Right now! Do you hear me? If you dare leaving me, you will..."
I didn’t give him another chance to speak. I cut the call off. My fingertip tapped the screen, turning off the phone decisively.
The taxi reached the airport quickly. After checking in, I took my mother’s arm and walked toward security.