"Virginie," Olivier abruptly interrupted, "Don't bring up the past anymore."
He then turned to Philibert and said, "Mr. Lopez, I'll have to take my leave now."
"Go ahead."
"Thank you." Olivier bowed and left with Fleur trailing behind.
Virginie was about to call out to him when Philibert shot her a sharp glance.
After the two left, Virginie walked to the windowsill and hit the glass, a tight pout on her face.
She had called Olivier over so he could stand up for her, yet he did not care at all.
"Dad." She exhaled. "What do we do now?"
"Your brother truly is a disappointment, causing so much trouble for us. If he hadn't been reckless he wouldn't have landed himself in this state. Do you think this will end if we bring this to the police?"
"Then? Do we swallow back our pride and suff
