Daniel glanced at Eleanor, and she immediately lowered her head.
She was still running a slight fever, which left an unnatural flush on her cheeks. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, looking both pitiful and fragile.
Daniel’s voice was low and firm. “Let me make this clear right now: Eleanor, you’re not to come here and bother Aurora anymore.”
Eleanor opened her mouth to protest.
He cut her off. “As for an apology, you don’t need to say it again. Whether Aurora forgives you or not is her decision—you don’t get to guilt-trip her into anything.”
“I’m not,” Eleanor said quietly, trying to defend herself.
“Really? Then why didn’t you leave when the rain stopped?”
Eleanor swallowed all the words she wanted to say. Tears spilled silently down her cheeks.
Daniel looked down at Nora. “And about last night… Aurora was in the wrong. I’m apologizing to you on her behalf.”
Nora arched an eyebrow. So now last night was her fault? And he was offering apologies for her? Daniel really was the perfect mediator, wasn’t he?
Well, she certainly didn’t need his help.
“Let me say it once more: she stood out in the rain because she wanted to. That had nothing to do with me.” Nora pushed her chair back and stood. “I don’t need you to apologize for me.”
“That’s enough, Aurora,” Daniel said, as if this was all just a disagreement he could smooth over. It never crossed his mind that Nora might actually be angry.
“If you think I’m such an eyesore, Daniel, I can leave.” Nora’s laugh was cold. She turned to Eleanor. “And you—I will never forgive you.”
Eleanor’s composure finally cracked. “Nora, what do you want from me?”
Donna had threatened her, said she absolutely had to win Nora’s favor. But Nora loathed her, wouldn’t even let her get close.
Nora felt someone grab her arm—Daniel.
He was losing his patience now. He was the one trying to fix everything, the one offering apologies, and as far as he was concerned, Nora had nothing to lose. Yet she still refused to be satisfied.
“Aurora, you know what standing out in the rain all night can do to someone’s health,” Daniel reasoned, his tone stern.
Nora’s expression was icy. “She didn’t die, did she?”
The sheer coldness of her words seemed to stun Daniel.
“Aurora, do you even hear yourself?”


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