Andrew's face remained cold as stone. His foot never left the gas pedal, and he drove the Ferrari straight at them.

"Stop!" Aspen shrieked.

With a harsh screech, the car came to a halt mere inches from Christina's face. The high beams were blinding, forcing the once-proud ice queen to squint. Her face was ghostly pale, without a trace of color.

Andrew stepped out of the car, his voice chillier than the night wind. "Get up and get the hell out."

However, Christina and her family did not move. They kept kneeling in silence.

Irene gave a broken laugh, her voice cracking. "Andrew… please help us. Help Christie, just this once… Jayrodale's Stevens family is gone. We've lost everything! We don't even have a place to sleep tonight."

Andrew let out a sharp scoff. "And what's that got to do with me? You're homeless now? Why not crawl to Quinton for shelter?"

Leroy clutched his stomach, which had been growling nonstop. He was clearly starving.

In a pitiful voice, he said, "We did