Then, Steven turned to me, his smile widening. “Frank, why don’t you just apologize now? It’ll clear the air for everyone.”
In the past, Steven’s taunts would’ve ignited a fire in me. I would’ve fought back, argued, and refused to back down. But now, standing there surrounded by disdain and ridicule, I felt nothing but exhaustion.
I glanced at Margot, and her smirk cut deeper than any insult.
My voice was calm, almost eerily so. “Margot, I came here like you asked. I endured everything you planned. I'll go to the hospital now.”
Her frown deepened, but before she could respond, I turned away and started walking toward the exit.
I didn’t make it far.
A strong grip clamped down on my wrist, yanking me back. I stumbled slightly, glaring at the man holding me, who was another of Margot's hired men.
“You haven’t apologized to Steven yet. Where do you think you’re going?” he sneered.
“Let go,” I said coldly, yanking my hand free and turning to leave.
But before I could take another step, a sharp kick landed on my back, sending me sprawling to the floor. Pain shot through my ribs as I gasped for breath.