Chapter 42 Do You Just Not Care About Me, or Are You Trying to Kill Me?

"Alright," Harold and Thomas agreed without hesitation. "But what if we apologize, and she still doesn't accept it?" Michelle asked hesitantly. "Then, you apologize again! If you were locked in a car and almost burned alive, would a simple 'sorry' from the person responsible make you forgive them?" Stephen snapped, his tone cold. Michelle lowered her head, unable to respond. These past few days, her emotions had been all over the place. On one hand, she did feel a flicker of guilt. But on the other hand, she kept telling herself it wasn't intentional. And Demi had been alive this whole time but hadn't reached out, forcing Michelle to endure endless worry and torment. The thought left her bitter and resentful, stirring a frustrating mix of guilt and anger. … The next day, Demi woke up early. After a quick round of boxing exercises, she grabbed a watering can and stepped outside to tend to her plants. Just as she was watering them, there was a sharp knock at the door. "Who