“What condition?” my father asked.
Jordan met their eyes calmly. “I want a sincere apology—for how you’ve treated me all these years.”
My father let out a short laugh. “That’s all? Of course.”
“I’m sorry, Jordan,” he said quickly.
My mother nodded. “If anything we said ever hurt you—”
“If?” I interrupted.
She paused, then forced a smile. “We didn’t mean anything by it. It was just joking. We’re sorry.”
That was it.
Twelve years of insults… reduced to that.
I couldn’t accept it.
I reached forward and took the check from Jordan’s hand.
“No,” I said firmly.
Everyone stared at me.
“What do you mean?” my mother asked.
“You don’t get to insult him for twelve years and fix it in twelve seconds with a fake apology.”
My father frowned. “We did what he asked.”
“You rushed through it just to get money,” I replied.
“We’re trying!” my mother snapped.
But I shook my head. “Not really.”
My father turned to Jordan. “You’re going to let her do this?”
Jordan didn’t hesitate. “We make decisions together. If she’s not satisfied, neither am I.”
The room fell silent.
