Vanessa hated having her past dredged up. She clutched her handbag tighter. "Serena, I said it's pointless. My friendship with you was real."
With that, she tried to walk past her. Serena reached out to grab her wrist. "Don't you dare leave! We're not finished here."
But Vanessa sidestepped her and hurried toward the elevator. Serena was left trembling with rage, her chest heaving. A moment later, she spun around and rushed toward Eleanor.
Eleanor had just risen from her chair when Serena threw her arms around her in a tight, desperate hug. Eleanor froze, stunned.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sister-in-law," Serena sobbed, her guilt pouring out like a flood. "It was all my fault. I was so wrong. I—" She clung to Eleanor, refusing to let go. "I was so stupid. I helped her bully you. I said so many terrible things about you. I'm so, so sorry."
Eleanor stood stiffly. Serena wasn't malicious by nature, just arrogant and easily swayed by Vanessa's masterful performance. But her remorse now was undeniably genuine.
"Let's not talk about the past," Eleanor said, patting her back awkwardly. "I need to get back to the lab."
Serena stepped back, her eyes red and swollen. She knew a few apologies could never undo the harm she had caused, and Eleanor's willingness to let it go only made her feel more ashamed.
"My dear sister-in-law, I know my actions caused real damage, and saying sorry isn't enough. But I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll prove it with my actions." Serena's voice was filled with conviction, as if she were making a solemn vow.


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