CHAPTER 91

My nervousness never stops for fear that he might have another bad plan. I didn't even realize I had dialed Addison's number. It was too late, and I couldn't end the call after hearing her artistic voice. I lost focus on Stella and switched to my cellphone.

"Now, you called me. What, Cheap Bitch?" I think she is still working on the other line.

I also started crying, "I just pressed the call button. As if I were going to call you. Bye—"

"Wait! Don't hang up yet!" She held back, so I couldn't press the end button.

"What, Bitch?" I tried to mimic her.

I heard her whisper, but I also cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry."

My forehead knotted, and I seemed deaf. Did I hear her right?

"What?"

"I said, I'm sorry!" Her loud scream made me wince and hurt my ears, "I'm sorry, but if you don't want it, then don't!"

I shook my head. How can I accept a sorry like this?

"Not forgiven—"

"Who cares? I'm just saying sorry because I don't want Mommy to leave us again. Tss," she said, raising her voice, whic