Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Everyone had understood their purpose tonight. They came to curry favor and forge ties with Harlan Ingram. Instead, it was painfully clear that what they’d earned was his disdain.
Sweat gathered on Trent’s brow. Though Harlan was younger, the weight of his gaze carried an oppressive force that made Trent’s spine stiffen.
Suddenly, Yorick’s voice rang out, loud and indignant. “It’s ridiculous to compare the dead to the living! One person collecting the ashes is enough. Sidonic’s mother twisted her ankle. It could’ve been serious! Trent was just trying to do the right thing!”
A flash of fury flickered in Harlan’s eyes. He stood and crossed the room until he was face–to–face with Yorick. His voice was low, sharp as a blade. “Repeat what you just said.”
Still oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, Yorick shrugged casually. “I’m just saying, come on, it’s been three years since Quinn’s parents passed. You can’t expect Trent to drop everything for that. He was helping someone who was actually hurt.”
Slap!
The sound of a slap cut through the room like a gunshot. Yorick reeled from the force of it, stumbling backward and nearly crashing into the tea table behind him.
“Mr. Ingram, don’t you think you’re going too far?” Trent finally stepped in. After all, Yorick was his friend.
Harlan turned, his expression twisted with fury. “Too far?” he snapped. “Hell, I haven’t even hit him enough!”
Without warning, he drove a swift, brutal kick into Yorick’s side, sending him crashing to the ground.
Yorick groaned, trying to scramble upright, but Harlan stepped forward and planted a boot squarely on his chest, pinning him in place.
Trent rushed forward, alarmed. “Mr. Ingram, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” Harlan’s voice was low and venomous. “Putting down a beast. Only animals say things like that. He has no right to speak about Quinn’s parents. None.”
Yorick gasped beneath the weight, still defiant. “What’s so wrong with what I said? I can’t even talk about Quinn’s parents now? What’s so great about her anyway? She’s been married to Trent for three years, and what has she done? She lives off him and contributes nothing. Anyone with eyes can see Sidonie’s the better choice. Mr. Ingram, surely you’re not getting swept up in rumors and pitying that woman? Quinn’s- not worth your sympathy!” His voice shook, but he pushed on, trying to salvage pride or perhaps curry favor with Trent.
After all, his small business only stayed afloat because of the contracts and projects funneled to him through Trent’s company.
“““Haha… Hahaha…” Harlan laughed bitterly, the sound laced with fury.
In Yorick’s mouth, Quinn, the woman Harlan held in the highest regard, had been reduced to nothing.”
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What made it even more absurd was Trent’s silence. Her own husband hadn’t uttered a single word in her defense.
“Do you
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