At that moment, Jerry's friend let out a deep breath, clearly holding back his frustration, before saying in a calm but strained tone, "Well, I can't force you since you don't want to listen anymore. I already told you I would be there with you, I told you I'd stand by you, but it seems you're no longer interested. So tell me, Jerry, what do you expect me to do now?"
Jerry's eyes narrowed slightly, and he replied without hesitation, "I don't expect you to do anything. But just know that I'm not comfortable with this. Have a nice day." His voice was flat, almost dismissive, and his words carried the finality of someone who had already made up his mind.
Without waiting for a response, Jerry turned away, his movements deliberate. He walked towards his car, pulled the door open, and got inside. The sound of the engine starting broke the silence, and in seconds, he drove off, leaving a trail of dust and tension in the air.
