Oliver scoffed bitterly. "Is that a complaint? If you want, I'll apologize publicly. I'll explain every mistake I made back then. I can do it right now."
Margaret cut in before he could continue, "There is no need for that. Nathan had already held the press conference. He said everything that needed to be said. And both Anne and Nathan made the choice not to drag their past into the spotlight. You should be grateful for that."
She stepped closer, tilting her head to the side. "Instead, you want to confess now. Are you trying to make things difficult for Nathan? Don't say anything more. Don't risk making people think Nathan lied to protect you."
Oliver's brows drew together, hurt flashing across his face.
"Margaret, could you at least be a little kind? Look at me. I nearly lost my life. I'm still lying in a hospital bed, and you have the heart to be harsh with me. Do you really hate me that much?"
