“Emma…” Theodore glanced around at the growing crowd, his brow furrowing. “Can we talk about this when we get home? It’s not appropriate to make a scene here.”
Larson let out a cold laugh. “My sister has every right to cause a scene if she wants.”
Theodore dismissed him entirely, refusing to dignify that with a response.
Cecilia, standing behind him, began to sob. “It’s him! He’s the one who’s been spouting off, completely disrespectful with no manners at all. I was just worried he’d drag Emma into trouble and that it would end up causing problems for your company, so I tried to talk sense into her—tried to get her away from him so she wouldn’t be caught up in it. But then… then… Theo, she slapped me! In front of all these people! I—I can’t go on living after this…”
Jared and Hanley arrived just then, taking in the scene with matching frowns.
“Hm?” Cathie raised an eyebrow, her expression quickly turning sour as well.
Hanley hurried to Cathie’s side, steadying her gently. “Sweetheart, easy. Think of the baby. Don’t get yourself worked up.”
Cathie just snorted in annoyance.
Jared shot Hanley a look: Seriously? Could you be any more pathetic?
“Let it go, Theo.” Jared’s contemptuous gaze slid to Emma. “Don’t make this any worse. Have Emma apologize to Cici, and Cici, be the bigger person. For Theo’s sake, just let it go.”
“What?” Larson looked incredulous, as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “You want my sister to apologize to her? Is she not afraid she’ll lose years off her life from the bad karma?”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Jared, already in a foul mood, snapped at Larson.
Larson simply drew Emma closer, a cool smile on his lips. “And who exactly are you?”
He was smiling, yes, but the expression behind his glasses had an icy edge, as if his whole face were veiled in frost.

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