Sebastian pouted his lips, a habitual expression of his discontent. He couldn't quite wrap his head around Celine's logic.
If she had already admitted that an apology wouldn't magically fix the massive financial holes in their Kestrian branches, then why was she still insisting he go through the humiliation of a public mea culpa?
To him, it felt like an unnecessary blow to his pride.
However, when he looked up and caught the icy, unwavering glare Celine was leveling at him, his bravado vanished.
He instinctively backed away, his shoulders hunching as he realized that his cousin was not in the mood for any further debate.
"Fine, I will do it," Sebastian muttered, his voice low and defeated. "I'll say sorry next Monday."
Celine gave a single, sharp nod of approval.
