“How about I splash a cup of freshly brewed tea in your face and you just forget about it?”
“How could that possibly be the same?” Paulina blurted out.
“You’re right, it’s not the same at all.”
Rebecca didn’t even bother arguing. She just spoke calmly, “What’s different is, I could dodge and you couldn’t. I’d slap her right back, you wouldn’t. If it had been you, you wouldn’t be standing here preaching forgiveness—you’d be demanding consequences. You can't dodge, you can’t fight back, so all you can do is stand here acting generous on someone else’s behalf and telling them to let it go.”
Paulina’s perfectly made-up face shifted between embarrassment and anger.
Norris glanced Rebecca’s way, his cold features giving nothing away.
Paulina just assumed Norris was annoyed by Rebecca’s brutal honesty and lack of social grace. She bit her lip and put on a soft, helpless act. “Rebecca, you really are spoiled rotten, aren’t you…”
She looked like the kind of person who’d insist she meant well, only to have her kindness thrown back in her face.
Rebecca just watched, finding Paulina’s fake sweetness totally nauseating.
Paulina turned her attention to Shirley, her words laced with a subtle warning, “Shirley, since you started this, why don’t you apologize to Rebecca? Your family did take her in all those years. I’m sure Rebecca wouldn’t hold a grudge. Isn’t that right, Rebecca?”
Rebecca let out a laugh. “If you love telling people to apologize so much, you picked the wrong major. Forget piano, you should’ve studied conflict mediation.”
Paulina felt her words catch like a lump in her throat.
No way would she let herself lose her cool like Shirley, not over a few jabs from Rebecca.
Rebecca shrugged. “But hey, if someone’s dying to apologize, go ahead. I’ll do you the favor of listening.”
At that, Norris glanced at Rebecca again. As far as he could tell, Rebecca was never one to take the slightest loss. There’s no way she’d let someone off the hook that easily — especially someone who’d tried to hurt her.
Shirley saw that even Norris wasn’t making a big deal of it, yet Rebecca still had the nerve to demand an apology. Rage rose up in her chest.
“I said it was an accident. Rebecca, you’re fine, aren’t you? Why can’t you just let it go? Or are you still jealous I took everything from you and just trying to get back at me?”


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