Before the eyes of the entire company—hundreds of staff members, managers, and executives crowding the lobby—
Rebecca Lacy and John Lacy knelt before Sarah Lacy.
Rebecca’s face twisted pitifully, voice trembling like wet paper.
“G-Grandfather… I—I’m sorry… I didn’t know Sarah… I-I didn’t mean it…”
Tom Lacy let out a thunderous snort.
“i***t! Why are you apologizing to me? Apologize to Sarah!”
Rebecca’s face contorted in sheer humiliation.
Apologize to her?
To the cousin she had tormented for years…
To the woman she considered a disgrace…
To the “widowed stain” of the family?
It felt worse than death.
But she knew—if she didn’t bow her head today, she might lose it entirely.
“M-Ms. Sarah… I was wrong. I apologize…” she forced out, every word scraping her throat.
Tom grunted ag
