Mia gasped for air, her eyes bulging in terror. Adrian rushed to intervene, but I held her hostage with a vice-like grip.
"Amara! Stop!" he roared.
With no other choice, he used his superior strength to pry my hands from Mia's throat. He shoved me back, his voice laced with fury. "Apologize to Mia!"
I scoffed, rising to my feet with defiance. "Why should I?"
Adrian stalked closer, his patience wearing thin. "If you don't apologize to Mia, I will stop paying for your mother's medication!"
The urge to laugh was a bitter one. What was the point of revealing the truth? He wouldn't listen; he wouldn't even believe me! Tears streamed down my face as I stood before them, a dam overflowing with grief. Even Adrian was clueless about what had gotten into me.
"Amara!" he screamed my name, glaring at me.
But I wouldn't budge. "Try me! I will never apologize to her!" I shook my head, my voice thick with emotion.
In fury, Adrian snatched his phone and dialed his secretary. "You leave me no choice, Amara," he muttered, his eyes locked on mine.
"Yes, sir?" his secretary answered.
"Joseph, I want you to cut today's medication bills for Amara's mother—"