Chapter 1373

Halma gave Olivia a teasing glare and softly said, "Why are you taking his side already? I know

he's your family."

Olivia narrowed her eyes on her. "Doesn't it hurt your conscience to say that?"

Halma chuckled and reassured her. "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts."

As they were playfully bantering, the door to the hospital room suddenly opened. Both turned

to see who it was and were surprised to see a man carefully holding a fruit basket. They

exchanged a glance, shocked that Finley, who had publicly apologized to Nathan on the

internet, had come to ask for their help. He had become nothing more than a small-time editor

of a mediocre magazine.

He had no choice, though. Eugene and Nathan were determined in their stances, so he had to

turn to Halma.

Seeing both of them staring at him, Finley could not help but feel disdain in his heart. He

pretended to be gentle and said, "I am Lexie's father. I came here today to see how you are

doing, Miss Jones." He placed the fruit basket on the cabinet.

Olivia and Halma immediately understood his true purpose with his deliberate attempt to appear

subservient. Halma shrugged lightly. "I'm fine."

He sighed as if helpless. "Actually, this child of mine has been spoiled by me. She didn't have any

feelings for Nathan originally. It was us, as parents, who insisted on matchmaking them. In the end, she

made a hasty decision to publicly apologize on the internet, which only led to receiving ridicule from

everyone. She acted foolishly at that moment. I came here today to apologize on her behalf, Miss

Jones. I hope you, as an adult, can forgive her this time. As long as she doesn't go to jail, we can

compensate you with whatever amount you want."

Halma glanced at Olivia, who was busy playing with her phone, appearing lazy and indifferent, as if she

had not heard Finley's words. Of course, those words meant nothing to her.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Snow, I know you're rich. Did you read my medical report? I have a two-inch

wound on my head that needed stitches. I had to shave my head to get it done. The concussion

prevents me from even turning my head, and my cracked bone will take at least a month to heal. I have

numerous injuries all over my body, and even a slight touch is painful. So, if I find someone to beat your

daughter until she's in the same state as me, then we'd be even, wouldn't we?"

At that, Finley's face darkened. This woman has no shame. She treated him as if he were a nobody,

even when he came to beg for her help.

He narrowed his eyes, suppressing the anger in his heart, and patiently spoke, "Miss Jones, I sincerely

came here to apologize."

"I also sincerely advise you. If you don't want your daughter to go to jail, follow my instructions, and I

won't pursue the matter further."

Finley thought briefly and offered, "30 thousand, no, I'll give you 70 thousand. Just drop the charges,

and this 70 thousand will cover half a year's revenue for your small magazine."

He believed 70 thousand was generous. Like he said, what kind of revenue could her small magazine

generate in a year? Moreover, the money should be more than enough to cover her injuries. He was

being more than fair! If it were not for her relationship with Nathan, he might have given her ten or

twenty thousand to settle the matter.

Olivia, who had been playing with her phone, furrowed her brows slightly. Finley's proposal was

utterly insincere. He looked down on Halma, offering her only 70 thousand as if she had never

seen money before.

Then, she glanced at Halma, who seemed unaffected by his offer. Her indifferent attitude

rendered Finley even more uneasy.

"Still think you can get away with just 70 thousand after what your daughter did to me? I

must've overestimated Snow Group—no, I overestimated your love for her," Halma replied with

a smile, maintaining her calm and composed demeanor.

At that, his face suddenly turned grim. He had not anticipated a response like this.