Martin Quinn turned to leave, and only then did Faye Sterling react, struggling in terror. "Let me go! I don't want to go! I won't go! You can't do this to me! I'm the eldest miss of the Sterling family! You can't treat me like this!"
"Mr. Quinn, please be the bigger person and forgive me just this once! It wasn't on purpose! I really didn't mean to! I can pay for your car! I can get you an identical one!"
Faye Sterling's heart was completely consumed by terror. Nobility, status, dignity—none of it mattered in the face of fear. She couldn't be bothered with any of it now. With tears and snot streaming down her face, she was a pathetic sight, a far cry from the proud and arrogant bearing she usually maintained as the eldest miss of the Sterling family.
