I didn’t reply. I simply held out my hand, palm up, demanding.
His face darkened. Still, he placed the phone into my palm.
“Hedy, I know you’re still thinking about what happened yesterday,” he said, voice lowering, “but you were the one who made a mistake. You should apologize to Debbii.”
I let out a cold laugh.
“Apologize to Debbii? I was the one locked in a freezing storage room. My mom was the one who almost died. And you want me to apologize to her?”
He hadn’t expected me to explode like that; his face turned cold.
“I’ve explained this to you so many times—Debbii didn’t do it on purpose. You’re the one who left a scar on her neck, the one who ruined her reputation in the industry. You must hold a press conference to clear things up and apologize to her in person.”
I stared at him in disbelief. Was he insane?
He wanted me to apologize to the person who nearly killed my mom?
Grinding my teeth, I pushed myself up from the bed. I needed to leave, to go to the hospital and see how my mom was doing.
But before I could take a single step, his hand shot out and grabbed me, iron-tight.