“Alannah,” he went on, “admit it. You value those luxury brands more than your mother. They feed your vanity.”
That drained the color from Alannah’s face. Suddenly, she laughed out loud.
Apparently, in Quincy’s mind, she was ruthless; she would even sacrifice her mother.
But the emergency surgery had been a race against time. Even if Alannah had found a way to sell those items, it would have been far too late.
Every fiber of her being trembled, her nails digging into her palm. “Quincy, Salem didn’t just hit my mom. He kept running her over! I will pursue this to the very end!”
Quincy’s face darkened further. He was about to argue with her when Pearl suddenly pushed the bedroom door open and walked in.
“Quincy, actually… my brother has intermittent mental illness. He did make a mistake in this matter.”
Her eyes shone with tears as she turned to Alannah. “Ms. Greensmith, my brother was indeed at fault. I apologize.”
“Whatever compensation you want, name a price,” she offered. “I know you’re upset that I didn’t offer enough earlier, but the company’s cash flow is really tight right now. Since Quincy put the finances in my hands, I have to be responsible…”