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Halma gave Olivia a teasing glare and softly said, "Why are you taking his side
already? I know he's your family."
Olivia narrowed her eyes on her. "Doesn't it hurt your conscience to say that?"
Halma chuckled and reassured her. "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts."
As they were playfully bantering, the door to the hospital room suddenly
opened. Both turned to see who it was and were surprised to see a man
carefully holding a fruit basket. They exchanged a glance, shocked that Finley,
who had publicly apologized to Nathan on the internet, had come to ask for
their help. He had become nothing more than a small-time editor of a mediocre
magazine.
He had no choice, though. Eugene and Nathan were determined in their
stances, so he had to turn to Halma.
Seeing both of them staring at him, Finley could not help but feel disdain in his
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtheart. He pretended to be gentle and said, "I am Lexie's father. I came here
today to see how you are doing, Miss Jones." He placed the fruit basket on the
cabinet.
Olivia and Halma immediately understood his true purpose with his deliberate attempt to
appear subservient. Halma shrugged lightly. "I'm fine."
He sighed as if helpless. "Actually, this child of mine has been spoiled by me. She didn't
have any feelings for Nathan originally. It was us, as parents, who insisted on
matchmaking them. In the end, she made a hasty decision to publicly apologize on the
internet, which only led to receiving ridicule from everyone. She acted foolishly at that
moment. I came here today to apologize on her behalf, Miss Jones. I hope you, as an adult,
can forgive her this time. As long as she doesn't go to jail, we can compensate you with
whatever amount you want."
Halma glanced at Olivia, who was busy playing with her phone, appearing lazy and
indifferent, as if she had not heard Finley's words. Of course, those words meant nothing
to her.
She smiled and said, "Mr. Snow, I know you're rich. Did you read my medical report? I have
a two-inch wound on my head that needed stitches. I had to shave my head to get it done.
The concussion prevents me from even turning my head, and my cracked bone will take at
least a month to heal. I have numerous injuries all over my body, and even a slight touch
is painful. So, if I find someone to beat your daughter until she's in the same state as me,
then we'd be even, wouldn't we?"
At that, Finley's face darkened. This woman has no shame. She treated him as if he were a
nobody, even when he came to beg for her help.
He narrowed his eyes, suppressing the anger in his heart, and patiently spoke, "Miss
Jones, I sincerely came here to apologize."
"I also sincerely advise you. If you don't want your daughter to go to jail, follow my
instructions, and I won't pursue the matter further."
Finley thought briefly and offered, "30 thousand, no, I'll give you 70 thousand. Just drop
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe charges, and this 70 thousand will cover half a year's revenue for your small
magazine."
He believed 70 thousand was generous. Like he said, what kind of revenue could her small
magazine generate in a year? Moreover, the money should be more than enough to cover
her injuries. He was being more than fair! If it were not for her relationship with Nathan, he
might have given her ten or twenty thousand to settle the matter.
Olivia, who had been playing with her phone, furrowed her brows slightly.
Finley's proposal was utterly insincere. He looked down on Halma, offering her
only 70 thousand as if she had never seen money before.
Then, she glanced at Halma, who seemed unaffected by his offer. Her indifferent
attitude rendered Finley even more uneasy.
"Still think you can get away with just 70 thousand after what your daughter did
to me? I must've overestimated Snow Group—no, I overestimated your love for
her," Halma replied with a smile, maintaining her calm and composed demeanor.
At that, his face suddenly turned grim. He had not anticipated a response like
this.
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