Novel & Cerita Beatrice Stone Anger

They needed to have this conversation, to clear the air, to set the terms of their future conflict. She walked towards his table, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She pulled out a chair and sat down, her expression calm but resolute. "Mr. Harding," she said, her voice even and controlled. "I didn't expect to see you here." Harding didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge her presence. He continued to stare straight ahead, his jaw clenched, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "I know you're angry," May said, her voice softening slightly. "I know you feel betrayed. But I want you to understand that I didn't do this out of malice. I did this b