“Please, delete it and apologize, Natalia. It would give us some room to maneuver,” Finley added, his voice tense with urgency.
“Natalia, I’m begging you. If you delete it, I’ll apologize to you—just like that,” Ashley pleaded, desperation etched on her face.
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As I faced the three of them pleading with me, I slowly peeled an apple, savoring each deliberate motion. Once they finished speaking, I took a crisp bite, the crunch echoing in the tense atmosphere.
"I refuse."
The shock on their faces was palpable; they had never witnessed my stubbornness like this before.
The hospital notified me that I needed to move out by the afternoon. I packed my belongings and returned home, sinking into a much-needed nap.
When I woke up, the house was quiet—no one was around. I sat up and grabbed my phone, only to see another hot topic trending at the top of my feed.
"Doctor Clarifies the Facts: Everything Was Directed and Acted by Himself."
Curiosity piqued, I clicked on the trending news and watched Finley’s video. Dressed in a crisp white coat, he spoke calmly to a swarm of reporters surrounding him.