Zachary Redgrave took a few sips of red wine, paused, and then said, "Just go to the family estate and tell on him. I guarantee my uncle will come and apologize meekly."
"Forget it. I don't want to trouble her."
Hannah Hale didn't want to make such a big fuss. It would make her feel like a joke.
"A scumbag like my uncle needs to be taught a lesson."
"Your uncle's heart must be made of a meteorite. A black meteorite."
The very thought of Nathan Redgrave made Laura Lowell's blood boil.
"I couldn't agree more."
Laura Lowell pursed her lips. "Zachary Redgrave, you're all talk. Say that to your uncle's face if you have the guts."
"What, do I have a death wish? Do I look like I'm tired of living? Say it to his face? I'm not a masochist. Why would I go looking for a death sentence?"
Zachary Redgrave froze up whenever he saw his uncle. It had been an issue since he was a kid. The trauma ran so deep it was probably a lifelong condition.
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