The Disolate Scion

Toying with his emotions

Juelz lingered in the coffee shop until dusk settled over the streets, yet no one arrived to meet him. In that solitary moment, he confronted the reality of his miscalculations—perhaps he had underestimated Zak's determination or overestimated his own abilities. With a solemn resolve, he transitioned to his wheelchair, silently preparing to depart.

A nearby employee, sensing Juelz's impending departure, briefly entertained the idea of offering assistance. However, a single glance from Juelz extinguished any intentions, prompting a swift retreat.

"I am self-sufficient; your assistance is unnecessary," Juelz remarked with a frosty detachment as he settled into his wheelchair. With this succinct dismissal, he propelled himself out of the coffee shop, flagging down a taxi.

Observing Juelz's wheelchair-bound state, the driver remained seated, impatiently urging, "Hurry up, you disabled..."

Mid-sentence, a wave of remorse washed over him, prompting an abrupt halt to his words. Meanwhile, Ju