Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 327

"I don't have time." Giselle cut Tony off without hesitation.

"Don't be like that," Tony pleaded, his voice softening. "After everything you've been through lately, barely escaping with your life, I never even hosted a dinner to welcome you home—"

"Say one more bullshit and I'm hanging up." Giselle's tone was sharp with impatience.

"Alright, alright," Tony said quickly, getting to the point. "It's mainly about Anne. She told me she's decided to formally end her engagement with Donovan. She admitted she was wrong in how she treated you, and she wants to leave the country for a while to calm down. But before she goes, she wants to apologize to you in person. That's why I'm asking you to come."

Hearing that, Giselle nearly laughed in disbelief. "Has she lost her mind?"

Tony sighed. "Giselle, no matter what, you two are sisters by blood. Most of the conflict between you came from Donovan. I really think she means it this time—she doesn't want things to stay ugly forever. She wants to apologize sincerely. Please, just come share a meal."

"And why should I accept her apology?"

"Whether you accept it or not is up to you," Tony coaxed. "But can't you at least come for my sake? Just once, for a family dinner."

She snapped back, "Do you really think your so-called sake means that much to me?"

Before Tony could find more words, a soft, weak voice filtered through the line. It was Anne's.

"Giselle, I truly want to make peace tonight. Please have dinner with us. And I have something important to give you."

When she arrived, parked, and stepped into the house, she found Tony and Renee waiting in the dining room, along with Anne and two relatives she didn't recognize. Sebastian, who was rarely home, was nowhere in sight.

"Giselle, you're finally here. We've been waiting for you," Anne said with a bright, uncharacteristic smile, waving her toward the table.

Tony chimed in with a chuckle."We couldn't start with you. Anne insisted we wait."

Renee's face twisted, ready to let fly a cutting remark, but Anne stopped her. "Mom, tonight is for Giselle. We promised we'd apologize to her. Don't ruin it."

The false performance was more than Giselle could stomach. Her voice cut through the room, cold and direct. "Anne, what exactly do you have for me? Stop with the act. I don't have time for your theatrics."