However, Andrew had overestimated Michael's driving skills. Once they left Jayrodale and hit the winding roads toward The Southern Highlands, Michael miscalculated a sharp turn and scraped the car against the guardrail.

Luckily, he hit the brakes in time. Andrew stepped out to inspect the damage and found only a minor dent—not enough to affect the car's performance.

Michael climbed out of the driver's seat, looking annoyed. "Damn it! These roads are absolute garbage. Why don't they just widen them or make the turns less sharp?"

Andrew shot him a glance. "Oh? So instead of admitting you suck at driving, you're blaming the roads?"

Michael stiffened and huffed. "Am I wrong? If these roads were as wide as the city highways, I wouldn't have hit anything!"

Andrew let out a cold laugh. "By that logic, if I were your dad, does that mean I could smack you upside the head right now?"

Michael's expression immediately darkened. He did not dare talk back—out in the middle of nowhere lik