Chapter 175: The Center Piece
The visitation room was cold and sterile, with a single table and two chairs. Ivy sat down, trying to calm the storm inside her. It felt like years had passed since she'd last seen Hunter whilst it was just a day.
So much had changed. She thought, thinking there was no way she would have thought she'd ever come to a place like this to see Hunter.
The door on the opposite side opened, and Hunter walked in, his wrists cuffed in front of him. He looked thinner, his eyes sunken but still sharp. His gaze landed on Ivy, and for a moment, surprise flickered across his face.
Why was she there? Did she want to ask him the sane question everyone was asking him or had she come to ask what truly happened?
Did she come to ask what happened with his father or what happened between them? He sighed when he realized he had been overthinking and that she was there which meant he could ask her anything.
"Ivy," he said, almost breathless but Ivy merely looked at him.
They stood there in silence for a few moments, neither knowing how to start. Ivy's mind raced with questions, but she didn't want to speak first.
He had come to say saying he had a lot to say so why wasn't he saying anything? Ivy mused with displeasure.
Hunter broke the silence. "I'm sorry," he said, his expression aligning with his apology.
Her eyes narrowed. "Sorry for what?" she asked as she looked at him since she had expected him to start with his father's case. How could he be thinking of getting her forgiveness when he should be more concerned about his reputation?
Hunter sat down slowly, keeping his eyes on her. This was the only chance he had to play his forgiveness card.