Travis Miller's whole body was tense, his handsome face radiating coldness.
"Travis Miller, I'm asking you one last time, are you going to withdraw the lawsuit or not?"
"Do you think I've waited this long just to withdraw the lawsuit?"
Elia Hemsworth slapped the table, speaking sternly.
"Yet you've waited until now, and Abigail still hasn't compromised with you! This is the detention center! Do you really intend to throw her in prison?!"
Travis Miller's tightly clenched fists pressed against the desk, the sleeves of his suit were stretched so tightly they were almost about to tear.
"The choice is hers; she doesn't have to choose to go in."
Elia Hemsworth closed her eyes for a moment.
"The more you push her like this, the further away you drive her. Aren't you afraid she'll never forgive you for the rest of her life?"
"She won't."
She's not foolish, she should know, he just wants her to stay.
"Where does your confidence come from?"
