I'm Very Sorry

Freya was mulling over it, to no avail. Just at that moment, Jefferson went to see her again. That time, Jefferson did not get her to go to the interrogation room. He had no one following him, too. It was a private meeting. "Jefferson, I've been thinking about it all this while, but I still can't figure out who I've offended." Freya was not looking at her best, but she was still somewhat level-headed. "Freya, I'm very sorry." Jefferson had never apologized in such a solemn manner to any of his childhood friends before. It puzzled Freya, but she soon seemed to grasp what he meant. Freya didn't ask anything. She was waiting for Jefferson to speak. "This matter has nothing to do with you. It's all because of me. Those people tried to frame me the last time, too, but they failed. Later on, they framed my subordinate. And this time, they had set their eyes on you," Jefferson said. Freya, who was confused all this while, finally understood what was going on. She did not resent Jefferson for