"I made things clear with him. You don't need to waste your breath."
All the fight drained out of her, and she pleaded in a soft voice, "Jane, I'm begging you... Don't get a divorce. Come back, please. This family really can't function without you. If Ethan ever tries to split expenses with you again or does anything to wrong you, I'll break his legs myself."
I listened quietly, completely unmoved, and gave a gentle shake of my head.
"That won't be necessary. If you don't have any other questions, please leave," she said. "Don't waste other people's time."
Mrs. Davis grew desperate, her voice choking up as she banged her cane against the floor.
"Jane! Can't you just give us one chance to make it up to you?"
Beep.
The timer chimed.
I raised a hand toward the door. "Your time is up.
