He Priced Me At A Penny So I Married Another Chapter 32
Now they were only a belated acknowledgment.
I handed the microphone back to the organizer.
“I’ve said what I came to say.”
A few steps away, Tori called after me.
“Don’t you just want money? You already married into the Hale family. What more do you want from us?”
The lawyer was about to speak, but I turned back first.
“I want you to take down my name, my photo, and the video, publicly state that I never consented to that so-called transaction, and stop contacting me.”
“As for the damaged quilt, the moving costs, and the legal fees caused by all this, you can cover the share documented in the records.”
Tori gave a cold laugh.
“How much can one old quilt even be worth?”
My fingertips brushed the sealed edge of the evidence bag.
For a brief moment, I saw my mother kneeling by the bed, searching for thread.
“You can’t afford what it means to me.”
“That’s why the law will only make you pay for the part of what you did that can be calculated. The rest of it, I won’t ever hand over to you again.”
I walked out of the debriefing area.
Behind me, the organizer announced that Derek, Tori, and everyone involved in the filming and heckling would be permanently banned from the market. The backup poster would be preserved as requested by counsel and would not be publicly displayed again.
At the entrance, the new rule fluttered lightly in the wind.
I passed the place where I had first seen my photo without stopping.
Everett didn’t take my hand until we reached the parking lot.
His palm was damp with sweat, too.
“Were you scared just now?” I asked.
He nodded.
“I was scared you’d be hurting. And I was scared that if I stepped in, you’d think you needed someone else to speak for you again.”
I leaned against the car door and let out a slow breath.
“I’m still hurting.”
He opened the door for me.
“Then let’s go home and hurt there.”
“Carol made soup. She’s been asking where we are every ten minutes.”
I got into the car and finally smiled a little.
By the time we drove out of the park, Tori’s livestream page could no longer be found.
But this time, it wasn’t because she had chosen to stop.
The lawyer sent me the preserved files with time stamps overlaid.
We didn’t need to beg her to leave evidence behind anymore.