"Mom, Amelie doesn't care about us anymore," Flora said sharply, her arms folded tightly across her chest. "Ever since we wronged her, she's decided to cut us off. She doesn't respond to any of the messages we send, even though I can see she's read them. I've tried everything to apologize, but she won't give me the chance. Instead, she just keeps ignoring me… like I don't matter. She's now showing the attitude."
With a sigh, she slumped into the chair, her hands falling limply into her lap.
"Who's showing attitude?" came David's voice as he entered the room, having just returned from the office. Tyler followed behind, holding his briefcase and blazer in each hand.
"Amelie," Flora responded immediately.
David raised an eyebrow at her, silently taking his belongings from Tyler. "Thanks for the drive," he said before the driver exited. Then he turned back to Flora. "You're blaming her again?" he asked. "She's hurt, Flora. And rightfully so. We pushed her away."
