Kristel slapped the hand that gripped her face and turned around.

“Fine!” His thunder burst echoed throughout the dining hall, along with the clatter of plates and utensils knocked over on the table.

Galvin was annoyed by her words and threw the dishes he brought for Kristel.

His face was dark. He marched toward the sofa and grabbed his coat. Halfway to the door, Galvin paused and cast a sideling glare at Kristel.

“Don’t forget to file the report since you have the information about the car that hit Fiona. And Kristel, I don’t want anyone to come to me for an interview regarding the accident. I need to accompany...