Chapter 5
“How much do you think is fair?”
I looked at him–kneeling in front of me, hands still on my feet–and suddenly felt cold.
Ice cold.
I pulled my feet away slowly and stared at him.
He rushed to explain, “I mean, they’re kinda pitiful, right? Without that letter, they’ll be doing time…”
“And… you’re okay now, right?”
He took out the already–prepared agreement and slid it toward me.
Vivian Chase’s name glared at me from the page like a blade.
I held my breath. Then gave a hollow, bitter laugh.
I remembered the time I crashed my bike into someone and got slapped for it.
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Arthur had flown into a rage, brought people to surround the guy, and didn’t let up even after they begged, even after they paid.
He had broken that man’s arm–because I’d been hurt.
Back then, I thought I was his whole world.
But now, he was asking me to forgive Vivian.
Vivian, who killed my child and stole from me the ability to be a mother.
Arthur Phoenix, you’ve changed.
“I’m not signing it.”
Some simple words–but they took everything I had to say.
He froze for a second. Then his expression darkened.
“I’m just saying–maybe you could show a little mercy.”
“Mercy?” I stared at him, fury bubbling to the surface.
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“Funny. Your ‘mercy‘ never included me.” I finally exploded.
He clenched his fists. Grit his teeth.
Then slowly, he backed down.
Chapter 5
