Cold Death.

Bruce returned to the car and got into the driver's seat. Stacy’s whole body went stiff the moment he got in. She bowed her head in shame, she had lied to him and could not look up into his eyes anymore.

Bruce started the car and drove out onto the highway. While driving, the car remained silent with no word exchange as he focused on the road ahead.

It started feeling too uncomfortable and Bruce let out a cough twice to break the silence, making Stacy look up at him and quickly avert her gaze away.

"You realize what you did was wrong, right?” Bruce asked and Stacy nodded.

"Yes, sir,” She responded meekly, her eyes fixed on her hands that rested on her lap.

"Correct yourself,” Bruce demanded, not liking the `Sir’ she always called him. It made their relationship sound formal which he did not like at all.

Stacy looked up at him with confusion clouding her eyes. "Eh?”

"Correct yourself, little bird. Don't make Daddy really mad at your ass. He isn't pleased with you