On the surface, his words sounded quite reasonable.
Georgia Thorne lowered her head, scoffing inwardly.
'This sanctimonious hypocrite. He was the one who demanded I call out his name last night. When I didn't, he tormented me relentlessly. He wouldn't let me go, not even when I was crying.'
'I just want to tear off that phony mask of his and see how he keeps up the act.'
'But that was just a thought. I didn't have the guts to actually do it.'
Their conversation had nothing to do with her.
After sitting downstairs for a little while, Georgia Thorne made an excuse and went upstairs.
Hayley Sullivan didn't try to stop her. In fact, she couldn't wait for her to leave.
The moment Georgia Thorne left, Elliot Sheridan's eyes darkened, and he shot up from the sofa.
"Apologies, I just remembered something came up. I'll have to take my leave."
'The conversation was going so well. Why did he suddenly turn cold?'
