C132 Daughters are useless anyway.

The wheels of Xavier's luxury SUV screeched as he threw the car into a reckless turn, barreling down the tree-lined driveway to Dr. Martin's secluded home. Gravel spewed out behind him, the engine's roar shattering the morning's calm. He skidded to a halt, and before the dust could even settle, he saw Dr. Martin, a silhouette against the porch light, his face etched with urgency