“Chloe, please don’t hang up,” a woman’s voice pleaded as soon as I answered.
Scarlett.
I almost ended the call, but she quickly continued.
“I knew Brendan held a grudge, and I knew about some of his petty tricks, but I swear I had no idea about the fake blood donation.”
“How comforting,” I replied sarcastically. “So you only approved of the minor humiliations.”
Scarlett went quiet.
“You have every right to hate me.”
“You aren’t important enough for me to waste my energy hating you,” I answered honestly.
Her
