Philip Allen wasn't going to let this matter slide easily. His methods were even more aggressive than Martin Riley's.
"Mrs. Riley, we really know we were wrong. Please, have mercy on us."
Crystal Foster was on her way to work early in the morning when the receptionist informed her that someone wanted to see her downstairs. She instructed the receptionist to bring the person up, only to find that it was one of the parents from the previous incident.
Seeing the disheveled woman in front of her, Crystal instinctively frowned. She remembered this woman clearly; the last time in the office, she had been so arrogant, almost pointing her finger in Crystal's face.
"What are you doing here? You're not welcome. Security!"
Crystal raised her voice, and her assistant at the door quickly rushed in. However, the woman dropped to her knees in front of Crystal, clinging tightly to her legs, sobbing uncontrollably.
