When Eric thought of the image of Nicole walking under the streetlight with her head full of blood and her back looking so cold and lonely, his heart could not help but ache at that moment.
He knew that he owed her too much and that there was no way he could repay her.
Old Master Ferguson glared at him. "If I wanted to apologize, why would I still be so angry? This apology would just confirm that we slandered her! Our stocks and company's reputation will go down the drain!"
Ingrid Ferguson echoed on the side, "Yeah, why should we apologize? We can just settle with them privately. There's no need to risk our family's reputation. So what if she's Floyd Stanton’s daughter? I s she superior to everyone? We didn’t force her to marry into our family, nor did we force her to get a divorce, so why should we humiliate ourselves?"
If they apologized, Ingrid’s name in the gentry circle would become a laughing stock! She would not be able to continue mingling with them and would certainly b e mocked by everyone.
Thus, they could not apologize!
Eric’s cold gaze swept over Ingrid, which made her shrink back in fear.
He snickered faintly. "Fine, if you don't want to apologize publicly, then let’s go to their door and apologize together.”
"No way!” Quinn jumped out to object.
Back then, Quinn used to boss Nicole around and was above her, so how could she willingly go to Nicole and bow her head humbly?
That was equivalent to a slap in her face!
"That's enough!" Old Master Ferguson's face turned red with anger as he looked at Eric. He knew that this grandson of his always had an outstanding ability.
"Isn't there any other way?"
"No."
Eric’s face was sullen and glum. They owed it to Nicole and should have apologized long ago.
Old Master Ferguson closed his eyes and sighed.
"You make the arrangements then!"
At this moment, Old Master Ferguson had no choice but to trust in his grandson's judgment.
"Grandpa..." Ingrid was reluctant.
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