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Randall quickly setiained him and apologized to me. “I’m sorry Lionel was out of line. Please don’t take it to heart. I apologize on his beat—”
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“We’ve only met twice, Mr. Caldwell. If you’re still upset about me accidentally scalding your hand last time, I’ll apologize again. But you should keep your friend’s mark in check.” Bundall lowered his head and bit his lip.
“You’ve already apologized, sir. You didn’t do anything wrong. This was entirely our mistake. I hope you can forgive us,”
I nodded and smiled. “Of course. I’m not going to meddle since it was vers who brought you here. But I have a bad temper. I’m not going to show mercy to anyone who provokes me. That ades you.”
Lionel, rattled, tried to stand up, but fundat kept a tight grip on him. The action made Lionel furious. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Randall! Why are you apologizing? He should be the on to—” Before he could finish, Randill covered his mouth.
“Enough, Lionel. Stop it,” Randall said sternly.
I watched them silently as a sudden wave of annoyance washed over me. Being hungry really did put me in a bad mood. Watching their back-and-forth only made me angrier. I rolled my eyes and ignored them.
A while later, the door opened. Yvette walked in while wheeling in a dining cart. Her expression was stoic as ever.
I stood there, arms folded to my chest, and walked toward her. That had to be the meal that liver ordered for me.
Suddenly, Lionel commented sarcastically behind me, “Did you go down to get food, Meg? You’re the best and all, and are starving TM.”
Yvette didn’t even look at Lionel. Instead, she looked straight at me and said, “I just ordered some patties. That’s Owen’s steak, not yours.”
“That’s right, it’s mine.” I walked up to her and picked up my steak. My tone wasn’t particularly friendly when I spoke. “I’m eating in my room. Just the sight of Lionel gets on my nerves. I didn’t want to have anything to do with him.”
Besides, Yvette was already taking good care of fundall—giving him clothes, treating his wounds, and ordering him food. How considerate.
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As I turned to leave, Lionel spoke up again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, but Randall is hy. Can’t be have the steaktiese…”
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