"You are not at my doorstep out of goodwill." Her eyes squinted at Forrest.

“You have no place in my guesthouse. I will reimburse you now. Please leave inmediately."

Forrest, still grinning, queried, “What do you mean by that?"

"Are you pig? Can't you comprehend my statement?" Annot's anger was mounting.

“If you refuse to depart, I shall notify the authorities."

Forrest yearned to remain but was helpless.

Her fury reached such a pitch that she threatened to alert the police.

Forrest was reluctant to exacerbate the situation.

His only option was to respond, “Alright, I shall leave."

“Well, aren't you a piece of work? The moment I mentioned the police, you turned timid. I wonder what's going through your mind. Get out of here quickly!" Annot scoffed at him.

Forrest, beaming at her, remarked, "You seem to despise me. Is it because of what happened on the boat? Is there a necessity for such animosity?"

"What then is important? Taking a life?" Annot inquired.

Forrest's expression turned grim.

His face was ashen.

Laura was a victim of his mother and the Guzman family.

Had he not been involved, Laura would not have been harmed.

His gaze met Annot's.

He regarded her as if he was seeing Laura.

Guilt washed over him.

"I'm sorry!"