Lionel remained silent, his face a dark mask as he stared down at him.
“I saw how badly Ms. Woods was hurt, and I felt terrible for you. When I saw the surveillance footage, I was afraid that if you heard what was said, you would blame her, especially when she was already in such a state. I was worried you’d watch it, get swept up in anger, and do something you couldn’t take back. I was only thinking of you.”
His noble-sounding excuses did nothing to sway Lionel. If anything, the rage simmering inside him grew hotter.
“You don’t need to say another word. Report to HR, collect your final paycheck, and leave.”
At those words, Owen’s world came crashing down. He looked up at Lionel in disbelief, his voice trembling.
“Mr. Rosenberg, I’ve been with you for three years. I made one mistake. Please, just give me one more chance. I’ll fix it, I promise. It will never happen again.”
But Lionel ignored his pleas and turned, walking out of the office.
Owen remained kneeling on the floor, shaking uncontrollably, a look of utter terror on his face. Was this it? Was he finished?
Lionel drove to the hospital. As he walked into the ward, he saw Sandra hastily end a phone call, her face etched with the guilt of someone caught red-handed.
“Lionel, you’re here.”
Expressionless, Lionel walked in and sat down on the sofa.
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