Celine's face changed slightly but quickly returned to a smile. "Rachel, it's just a phone call. Why are you being so difficult?"
"I know you're still mad about Harris not transferring the money to you two days ago. Actually, it's my fault, not his.
"That day, my mom was undergoing surgery. We didn't know how much it would cost, and Harris was unsure. So, he didn't dare to transfer the money to you. It's all my fault. I'm sorry."
Harris straightened up more and more, speaking with righteous indignation. "Rachel, Celine's mom needed surgery. It was a matter of life and death. So what if I didn't transfer the money to you?"
Celine's mother's surgery was a matter of life and death. But Linda's surgery wasn't worth mentioning.
Thinking of Linda's unrestful death, I felt unbearable pain.
"Say what you want. If you want to be obsequious, that's your business. I won't make the call."
Harris was furious, his face livid. "What do you mean obsequious?"
"Rachel, I've told you many times. Celine and I are just friends. Can't you stop being so suspicious?
"If you keep making a fuss, I'll really consider a divorce."
He emphasized the word "divorce" clearly and slowly, with a hint of threat in his tone.