Damien nodded in satisfaction. "This Women's Virtue Class truly lives up to its reputation. You’re much more sensible now."
"If I had known this place was so effective, I would have sent you here much earlier."
Keeping my head lowered, I replied softly, "You're right, Mr. Montclair."
The moment he heard me call him Mr. Montclair, Damien frowned in confusion.
He then spoke in a calm tone, "Although Veronica is gracious enough not to pursue the matter of you and your daughter beating her, you shouldn’t be shameless enough to pretend it never happened."
"I’ve transferred half of the company shares that belonged to you and your daughter to Veronica. Consider it compensation."
I lowered my head and stayed silent.
Damien snapped impatiently, "Vivian Winslow! Don’t you think you owe Veronica an apology?"
His harsh voice startled me. Trembling, I instinctively knelt before Veronica. "Ms. Sterling, I’m sorry. I was wrong."
Thud! I knelt down hard in front of Veronica.
This was the rule in Women's Virtue Class. It did not matter who was right or wrong. When scolded, you had to kneel, lower your head and admit your mistake.
Only by confessing quickly and humbly could you avoid harsher punishment.