Felicia fell silent again. Then, she burst out laughing. Some apologies were meaningless. An apology could neither erase the past nor heal the wounds of those who had been hurt.
Of course, Felicia didn't bother figuring out what Dexter was apologizing for. She wasn't interested. Instead, she replied flatly, "Anything else?"
"Wait, don't hang up! Your mom and I want to see you. Where are you now, Licia? Would you consider moving back home?" Dexter was desperate.
Felicia couldn't believe it. Was her ears playing tricks on her?
Dexter remained unaware of how laughable he sounded. "Licia, please give us another chance. Let us make it up to you, okay?"
So, her ears were fine. It was Dexter who was the issue. Perhaps he got hit in the head. That would explain the nonsense he was spouting.
Felicia cursed them and hung up the phone.
Myra hadn't even gotten the chance to say a word. Her expression darkened when she learned the call ended.
"See? We've already compromised, and she's still ungrateful. She's clearly holding a grudge against us!" Myra almost smashed the phone, but the device wasn't hers. It belonged to the landlord.
The old man quickly snatched his phone back and slammed the door shut.
On the way home, Myra grumbled, "What a waste of time, running around in the middle of the night! We said all the right things, yet she couldn't care less! That ungrateful girl. How could she be our daughter? I'm starting to think she's a curse sent here just to make me miserable!
"What did I do to deserve this? Why does fate have to torment me like this—"
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