She had almost bled to death that morning at Petal Villa, and his solution was to demand an apology? How ironic.
It was then she realized that her life meant nothing to him. So little, in fact, that its near-loss could be compensated with a few simple words.
“Did you hear that?” Fairfax asked.
“Yes, I heard,” Starla replied, her voice flat but her mind screaming with sarcasm.
She’d heard him secure an apology in exchange for the life she almost lost. What a grand, magnanimous gesture. He must have put so much effort into it.
“Are you satisfied now?” he asked.
Starla almost laughed. “Satisfied?”
“Harriet has never bowed her head to anyone in Marina City,” Fairfax explained, as if this made the offer monumental.
“Oh, I’m so honored,” Starla said, her voice dripping with scorn. “This ‘explanation’ of yours is truly magnificent.”
So because Harriet had never apologized before, she was supposed to be grateful?
The air in the room grew heavy and oppressive again.
Fairfax slowly withdrew the hand he had placed on hers, his expression turning grim.
“You’ve turned this entire city upside down for days,” he said, his tone hardening. “They’ve been punished for what they did. Don’t you think they’ve suffered enough?”
Starla simply looked at him, her silence a stark contrast to his rising frustration. He thought this was just about punishment?



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