Audrey covered her mouth and laughed. "Layla, even if you're begging for money, pick the right moment. Anthony's choosing my engagement ring."
"Anthony, that's a human life! That's William! He used to call you brother!"
Anthony's hand paused.
Then his eyes turned even darker. "He's a Sullivan. What does that have to do with me? It'd be better if everyone in that family died off."
He turned back to the rings. "The contract says payment per session. You made me very unhappy tonight. This one—no money."
"What do I have to do? I'll do anything."
Anthony turned, his gaze dropping to my knees. "I want you to kneel down and tie my shoelaces."
His leather shoes were spotless. The laces, perfectly tied.
He was humiliating me.
But William was still on the operating table.
I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees with a dull thud. The marble sent pain shooting through my legs. Around me, sharp inhales and muffled snickers filled the air.
With trembling hands, I untied his laces and retied them into a neat bow.
"It's done, Mr. Vance."
I looked up.
Anthony stared down at me, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.
Then he kicked my hand away.
"What a pity. I'm in an even worse mood now."