As the bodyguard moved closer to extract Nicol from the bed, Rita couldn't bear it and shouted, "Stop!"

She narrowed her eyes at Tyrone and restrained her anger.

“You want justice for your daughter? Fine, I apologize on behalf of Nicol. Is that acceptable?"

Tyrone told his men to stop and then turned to Jennie.

“What do you think?"

Jennie blinked her big eyes at Tyrone and then gazed at Nicol on the bed. She pointed at Nicol and declared, "No, I want him to apologize."

Tyrone looked at Rita.

“Did you hear that? She wants your son to apologize."

Rita cast a cold glance at Jennie.

“Mrs. Fowler, I hope you can understand your current situation. It would be in your best interest to persuade your son to apologize. If you can't, I'll have my men do it."

Rita clenched her teeth, glaring at Tyrone with resentment as she pondered the gravity of the situation. Approaching the bed, she whispered something into Nicol's ear.

Nicol looked apprehensively at Tyrone and Jennie, saying, "I'm sorry.

I accidentally bumped into you. I apologize."

Jennie pouted.

"Fine. I accept your apology, but reluctantly."

Tyrone shook his head with a smile.

"You could have resolved this much easier. But you chose to escalate it. Now that it's settled, we won't trouble you further. Have a good day."

He turned and left with Jennie in his arms, followed by his bodyguards.

Rita clenched her fists, with a hint of malice in her eyes, as she watched them leave.

Sabrina entered the car, leaning against the back of the seat and closing her eyes for a moment's rest.