His eyes narrowed and continued, “She’s still being questioned at the station because of you. Sign the statement of forgiveness, and I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”
Third Person's POV
Hazel let out a bitter laugh.
“A bit too much?” she repeated, her voice trembling with disbelief.
Her mother was dead. And he had the nerve to call that “a bit too much”?
Locking Caroline in an interrogation room was far too lenient. That woman should’ve been rotting behind bars for the rest of her life.
Without hesitation, Hazel grabbed the agreement from the table, tore it into shreds, and threw the pieces right into Dominic’s face. “Even if you kill me, I’ll never sign it! I want Caroline to spend the rest of her life behind bars!”
Suddenly, a sharp slap cracked through the air. Hazel’s face snapped to the side, five bright red fingerprints blooming across her pale cheek.
For a brief second, guilt flickered in Dominic’s eyes. But it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual cold indifference.
“Hazel,” he said harshly, “I already sent the best doctors to treat your mother. How much longer are you going to keep making a scene?”