Megan Kane lay on the hospital bed, still fuming. She felt she had been outrageously wrong in this whole affair.
"Don't be angry anymore. What's done is done. It's not like we can change it now, right?"
"Besides, if you're not the one at fault here, then who is?"
"He won't listen to a word we say anyway. We told him we had nothing to do with it, but does he listen? You saw him."
"Anyway, he only has eyes for that one woman."
"Even with the recording pen right in front of him, it was useless. I feel like there's nothing more for us to say about this."
Rowan Monroe let out a heavy sigh. It felt like the situation was now beyond their control.
The only silver lining was that she had finally gotten out of there. Otherwise, it would have been unbearably suffocating back at that house.
That Jason Forrester wasn't just a terrifying iceberg; he made it impossible to even breathe around him.
So now, she had no idea how they were going to resolve this.
