Revenge is best served cold

The moment Eric spoke, Elsa's eyes lit up, and she instinctively looked up at him.

As soon as Eric saw her, his brows furrowed, and he glanced at me as if asking why she was even in our house.

I shrugged innocently.

Elsa was the first to speak. "Eric, I came to apologize to you and Jane. What happened yesterday was my fault."

He remained indifferent. He stepped down the stairs and came to stand beside me without even sparing her a glance. He said coldly, "Since you're done with your apology, you should leave."

But Elsa didn't move. She just stood there, looking pitiful, her eyes glistening as if she were about to cry.

"Jane, Eric... Are you two refusing to forgive me? I've truly seen the error of my ways. I understand that what I did caused trouble for you both." As she spoke, she lifted her head, pretending to be earnest.

Of course, if she had taken even a second to actually look at me instead of constantly batting her lashes at Eric, I might have believed her sincerity.

"It was all Jeremiah's idea! I had no choice..." Elsa sobbed dramatically, shifting all the blame onto Jeremiah.

"He told me that without this deal, Cornell Group would be in trouble. I've known him for so long. I just couldn't say no to him."

Hearing this, I raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "So, you chose to screw us over instead? Did your brain undergo some custom modification to have that mindset? Do you really think I'll believe that?" I stared at her, my voice dripping with mockery.

"In his eyes, you've always been this innocent little angel. I bet he never imagined that his little angel would turn around and use him as a scapegoat."

For a brief second, Elsa's expression wavered, but she quickly masked it. She continued her pity act. "I'm not lying, Jane! It really was Jeremiah! I know I've caused a lot of trouble for you, which is why I came today to apologize. I'm not leaving unless I get your forgiveness."

Eric and I exchanged glances—and in each other's eyes, we saw amusement.noveldrama

I couldn't help but ask her, "Be honest with me. You just want an excuse to stay here, don't you?"

Elsa didn't respond. Instead, she turned to Eric, her gaze even more pitiful.

She whimpered and choked out the words, "Eric, does Jane have some misunderstanding about me? Please help me explain to her. I swear I have no bad intentions! I just don't want her to misunderstand me like this."

As she spoke, she reached out, trying to grab Eric's sleeve. But before she could touch him, Eric swiftly stepped back, making her grasp at thin air. Elsa froze, her eyes flashing with shock and disappointment.

Eric glanced down at his sleeve, then casually patted off the spot where she almost touched him, his face filled with disgust. He said icily, "Are we even close? If it weren't for Jane, I would've thrown you out the moment you stepped inside. You said you came to apologize. We heard you. Now, what else do you want?"

With every word Eric spoke, Elsa's face turned paler. She couldn't understand why her usual tricks the ones that always worked-were completely useless on Eric. She opened her mouth, hoping to give it one last try.

But before she could say anything else, Eric made his move. Without giving her another chance to react he pushed her out the door and shut it firmly behind her. His actions were so fast and decisive that even I was caught off guard.

"I'm going to wash my hands now," Eric said with a disgusted look on his face before heading toward the bathroom.

Meanwhile, I walked to the door and glanced at the security monitor, watching Elsa's every move outside.