Arielle leaned back in her chair and gave Wendy an enigmatic gaze.
“I didn’t do anything wrong in the first place, and all I wanted was a simple ‘sorry’. So, Ms. Wendy Greene, where did I go overboard? Anyway, this has nothing to do with you, does it? Also, Mr. Baxter didn’t even get a chance to say anything, and I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for you to put an oar in at this point in time. I’m only asking him to apologize. The way you put it was as if I’m asking him to beg for forgiveness on his knees or something.”
Henry snapped his fingers and pointed at Wendy. “Precisely! Who are you to speak for him?”
“Y-You… No! I’m trying to...” Wendy flushed, and her face turned as red as a tomato.
“Enough!” Donovan bawled. “Wendy, you have nothing to do with this. Please sit down.”
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