LORA POV
"I'm telling you, Nick, I've never been disrespected like this in my life," I say acrimoniously, pacing back and forth in my room. The disrespect I suffered at Octavia's hands still cuts deep. "You don't say," Nick responds simply, his uninterested frown infuriating me.
"Wait, why aren't you saying anything?" I ask, confused. Could he still have feelings for that woman?
"What do you want me to say, Mom?" he asks nonchalantly.
"I don't know, maybe agree with me and propose a solution to this problem," I say bitterly.
"Unfortunately, Mom, I have nothing to say," he responds, still relaxed in his chair.
"Whatever, get out," I command, taking a seat in anger.
"Mom, don't be like that," he tries to pacify me, but I'm not having it.
"Just leave. I need to think," I say, bitter.
