Chapter 7 - Ryan Tries To Beg For Forgiveness
The next morning, my phone buzzed incessantly while I sat across from my mother and brother at a quiet downtown café.
It was Ryan, calling for the fifteenth time in a row since sunrise, his voicemails shifting from angry to desperate.
“Answer it on speaker, let’s hear what the great architect has to say for himself,” Liam suggested, stirring his black coffee.
I tapped the speaker button, letting Ryan’s frantic voice fill the quiet space of the private booth.
“Honey, please pick up! Look, I know last night got out of hand, but Mom was just teasing your mother a little bit,” Ryan pleaded.
“Teasing? She called my mother a servant and humiliated her over leftovers while you watched,” I replied coldly into the mic.
“It was just country club banter! You’re blowing this completely out of proportion over nothing!” Ryan argued defensively.
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“Enjoy your country club while you still have access to it, Ryan,” I said softly before hanging up the call.
I blocked his number permanently, knowing that the real shockwaves were about to hit his professional world within minutes.
