Then she snapped back at me, her tone sharp and impatient. "It was the laundry's mistake. Why are you blaming Keanu for it? Gael, stop being so petty! I'll give you one last chance, take back what you just said, apologize to me and Keanu, and I'll forgive you."
I didn't turn around. My voice was calm, almost detached. "Keira, if you have time, get a hospital check-up. For the sake of our marriage, I'll give you this reminder: Keanu isn't clean."
As soon as the words left my mouth, Keanu's face changed.
Anger flashed in his eyes, quick and sharp, as if I had struck a nerve he fought to keep hidden.
He put on a look of wounded outrage.
"Mr. Harington, I know you've never liked me. Since I joined the company, you've consistently found ways to target me. I've swallowed it all without complaint, but this… this is too much. You're slandering me! I know you're just using this as an excuse to divorce President Fanning and pressure her into firing me. Maybe in your eyes, I'm nothing more than a small, insignificant figure, but I still have my pride. You don't have to push her, I'll resign myself, alright?"