A few minutes later, everyone was seated around the table.
Aside from Janine, whose expression remained mild, the others wore cold, stoic faces. Steven, Charles, and Harvey all appeared distant, their emotions carefully concealed. Skylar remained calm and unruffled, showing no signs of discomfort.
Maisy, however, was the only one who seemed genuinely aggrieved. Her eyes were red, as though she had been holding back tears. Once everyone settled, she stood up and bowed her head deeply.
“Sorry, Skylar,” Maisy said, her voice soft. “I was wrong before. During my time with the Williamses, I was unkind to you. I thought you would take away everything that belonged to me.”
She paused, her voice trembling slightly as she continued, “I was so scared of losing, especially since I’ve always had it easy. That’s why when Mom asked me to come back, I refused. I wasn’t used to this environment.”
Maisy then shifted to a more earnest tone. “Skylar, it was all my fault. Please forgive me. Mom, Steven, Charles, Harvey—can you all forgive me too? I promise I’ve changed.”
Her posture was humble, her expression pitiful, drawing sympathy from anyone who might still be on her side. Maisy had mastered the art of playing the innocent victim, and it was clear she intended to win them over with her apologies.
Skylar’s grip on her glass tightened. She’d seen this act before. Maisy was a master at playing the victim, and her apologies always seemed to be just the right move. The living room, filled with the delicious aroma of food, felt strangely heavy as an uneasy silence hung in the air.
Charles, unable to sit back any longer, broke the silence with a cold, cutting remark. “Spit it out. What exactly do you want to do? Do you really think what you did to Skylar can be forgiven with just a simple apology?”
Charles wasn’t easily fooled. Having worked in the entertainment industry, he knew when someone was acting. Maisy’s performance seemed forced, as though she was trying too hard to make it believable.
Steven, too, wasn’t convinced. He had seen the video of Maisy with Christopher, where she’d gladly thrown Skylar under the bus without hesitation. He knew this apology was nothing but a façade, and her presence in their home seemed to be part of some ulterior motive.
Maisy couldn’t have anticipated that her usual tactics, so effective with the Williams family, would fail here. In front of Steven and Charles, her charm fell flat. Even Harvey, who usually kept to himself, couldn’t hide the smirk on his face.
Janine, too, remained unmoved, sensing the tension and choosing not to intervene.
“I… I don’t have any other intentions,” Maisy stammered. “I just feel sorry for Skylar. I was just too foolish before.”
Skylar didn’t even spare her a full glance.
Harvey, unable to resist, sneered. “Skye might be younger than you, but at least she knows how to behave. You, on the other hand, look a decade older than her.”
Maisy’s face flushed with anger. “Harvey!” she snapped. “I’m your real sister!”
“See? That’s her true color,” Harvey scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain.
Steven stood up, his gaze sharp and unwavering. “Maisy, your sudden change in attitude and your uninvited visit here—it’s all suspicious. Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work. If you’re truly repentant, this isn’t the right way to show it. We don’t welcome you here right now. If you still have something to say, come back another time.”
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