Chapter 103: I’ll make the report.
Anne gave her a sharp, incredulous look, barely suppressing a bitter laugh. "Since when do you care about me? You have always hated me, and don’t worry—I feel the same way about you. So do us both a favor: stay out of my face."
Lorie’s mouth twitched. She gripped the edge of the file in her hands tightly, seething. "How can you say that?" she said, trying to sound hurt. "No matter what happened between us, we are still family. We grew up together. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?"
Anne let out a dry, humorless chuckle. Her gaze turned icy. "Oh, I remember all of it. Every insult, every lie, every time you pushed me down just to feel superior. I haven’t forgotten a thing."
The intensity in Anne’s eyes cut straight through Lorie’s fake sympathy, making her stiffen. That fiery glare—cold, unrelenting—sent a ripple of unease through her. For the first time, Lorie couldn’t think of a single word to throw back.
Her throat tightened as she swallowed her pride, her earlier confidence visibly shaken. But she quickly gathered herself, forcing a weak smile to mask her discomfort.
"Anne, I know you are mad at me—and you have every reason to be. I was immature, I admit it. I did things in the past that hurt you, and I regret them now. I really want to fix things between us."
Anne’s brows drew together. She leaned back slightly, arms folded, eyeing Lorie with guarded suspicion. This sudden transformation, this sugar-coated apology from someone who had spent most of her life tearing her down, didn’t sit right.
Something was off.
"Oh, please," Anne said impatiently, rolling her eyes. "Spare me the drama. Just say what you want and leave."