She lowered her head, pressing hard into her eyebrows with her fingertips.
Then she walked over and stood in front of Zara White.
"Miss White, can I ask something of you?"
"..."
"Could you, drop the lawsuit against Alex Miller?"
Zara White looked at her in disbelief.
Her fingers began to tremble, she looked as if she wanted to slap her right then and there.
"Norris Moore, don't you have a shred of conscience?" she questioned angrily, her eyes red, "He's fighting for his life in the operating room, and you're pleading for that murderer?"
But she didn't have any other choice.
It was all her fault.
She should not have provoked Trenton Smith, should not have met Alex Miller, the one who should be dead was her, the one who deserved to die was her.
It was not Trenton Smith, it was not Alex Miller, it was her, Norris Moore.
She said with difficulty: "Miss White, my friend...he did what he did because of me..."
