He glanced at my parents' photos, placed the flower before them and then gently put his hands on my shoulders.
"Esther, take care of yourself."
"I'm also deeply saddened by the passing of your parents, but … "
"Shut up."
I coldly interrupted him, "I explicitly designated you to handle my father's company's legal case, yet you handed it over to your assistant for practice. Do you even consider yourself human?"
I then yanked the bouquet he had put and threw it on the ground, saying, "You have no right to pay respects to my parents and you have even less right to tell me to accept my condolences."
"Right now, I just want both of you to accept mine."
"Esther, I understand how you feel right now, but Pamela and I are absolutely innocent. I swear to God if you don't believe me."
As soon as Hans finished speaking, I threw the package I had received that afternoon in his face.
A box of contraceptives and several sets of bed sheets.
There was also a small note.
[Mrs. LaRue, your trip abroad coincided with my rent being due and Mr. Lowell kindly took me in.]
[During that time, I used up your entire box of contraceptives and stained several sets of your bedsheets.]