Nathaniel immediately let go of her. "Alright…" he said, lifting his hands in surrender. "I'm asking you politely now. Just tell me what you gave her."
Riya huffed and sank back onto the sofa. "You yelled at me, grabbed me by the throat, threatened to ruin me and my career — and now you expect me to help you just because you suddenly feel like it?" She gave a cold laugh. "You didn't even apologize."
"You—" Nathaniel pointed at her, anger flaring in his eyes. But he stopped himself, forcing his fists into his pockets to stay in control.
"Sorry," he muttered, looking away.
"That's it? Such a dry apology?" she mocked. "You don't mean it at all. Forget it. I'm done here." She stood up to leave.
"Wait." Nathaniel caught her arm. "Why are you doing this? She treated you like her own daughter. Don't you feel any guilt? How could you hurt her?"
