"Come on, Demi, can't we just live like a normal family? Why do things always have to be so hostile between us?" Thomas looked at her with a trace of sorrow, almost begging.
"Maybe you should be asking Ana and the rest of your family that question. Why couldn't you treat me like family back then? Why did you think it was okay to walk all over me?" Demi jeered.
Thomas fell silent.
"What? It was totally fine when you were treating me like I was nothing. But now that I so much as mention putting Ana in the maid's shoes, you all act like the world's ending. You don't think that's a little disgusting?" Demi's smile was cold.
"I know we were wrong. But we've lived with Annie for more than ten years—"
"By the way, three minutes just passed by," Demi reminded Thomas.
She didn't want to hear another word of those tired excuses or that fake guilt.
"Then we're not deleting the post. What are you going to do about it?" Thomas squared his shoulders and looked her dead in the eye.
"Maria, do you know any reporters? Can you start making a few calls? Once we land back home, I'm holding a press conference," Demi said, turning to Maria.
"Oh, I know plenty. I'll start right now." Maria lit up, already reaching for her phone.
As far as she was concerned, if Demi had no plans to ever return to that family, then it was long past time to expose their dirty laundry for the world to see—no more playing the polite card while the other side stayed smug and self-righteous.
"I've got some contacts, too. I'll get a few on board," Felix added, already unlocking his phone.
"I appreciate it," Demi said sincerely.
"Hi. I've got a story for you..." Maria started making calls right away.
Harold's face turned pale. He lunged forward, trying to grab her phone.
Demi stepped in front of Maria, shielding her from him.
"You still got about ten minutes left. I'd use it wisely," Demi said. She crossed her arms and steeled her gaze.
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