Upon hearing Evelyn Peary's words, Yancy Hastings frowned.
"What I have given..."
"Stop, stop, stop, stop! Stop it right there!"
Evelyn Peary cut Yancy off mid-sentence. She didn't want to hear his long, preachy speech. He would undoubtedly put on a stern face and say earnestly, "What I give, I never take back. If you don't want it, just throw it away."
PAH! If she really threw it away, things would probably become even more convoluted.
"Take it back. I don't care."
Evelyn Peary looked stubborn and defiant. She just didn't want it anymore. Even if Yancy Hastings refused, she was going to throw it away right in front of him today. If she was going to reject him, she might as well do it thoroughly.
"It's my gift to you."
Yancy Hastings sat there, looking straight ahead with a stern face, his back rigid. He looked just like a soldier.
"I don't want it."
Evelyn Peary scowled. It was just impossible to reason with him.
