It was Maggie's phone.

Placing her fork down, Maggie withdrew her phone from her pocket, her fingers clenched tight.

It was her father. Again.

"Please, continue your meal at ease. I've finished mine, and I need to take this call."

With those words, Maggie rose swiftly and made her way out of the office.

"Dad." here are you?" Her father's irritable voice crackled over the Line.

*m at work, Dad."

“Your mother, your uncle, and I are on our way to your office. Meet us outside."

Wait, what?

They were coming to her workplace?

After ending the call abruptly, Maggie dashed out of the building.

As she waited, the elevator doors slid open revealing her parents and her uncle, Yana's father.

“Dad, Mom, Uncle. Why are you all here?" Maggie approached and offered her greetings.

Blake's face was a mask of anger as he rebuked her, "Maggie, you ungrateful child! I've supported you and your parents, helped you through school. And this is how you repay me?"

At his words, Maggie's fingers curled tightly, a sign of restraint flickering in her eyes.

“Uncle, have I done something wrong?"

“Rebellious is what you are! Yana is in a mental hospital because of you, and you dare to ask what you've done wrong? Apologize, now!"

Drake, Maggie's father, barked.

“Why should I apologize when I haven't done anything wrong?" Maggie's voice was resolute as she spoke.

“Yana has been tormenting me since we were children. I've put up with her Long enough. But she just got worse. If anyone owes an apology, it's her!"

Blake shot her a heated glare at her words.

“What harm has Yana ever done to you? If she really wanted to hurt you, you wouldn't be standing here uninjured, would you?"