Ian’s POV
Mona took a step forward, her voice trembling with anger. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You expect Ian to just hire you as a cook after everything that’s happened? After the way you’re acting right now?”
The woman’s lips curled into a thin smile, and for a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. But only for a moment. “You don’t understand. I’ll forgive him. But only if he makes this right.”
I turned to Mona, my mind spinning. She was fuming, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white. “This isn’t how this works,” she muttered under her breath. “This isn’t how you get justice. You don’t hold him hostage and demand a job.”
I shook my head, looking at the woman with the kind of exhaustion only someone who had been through this much could understand. “Listen, I don’
