Benjamin Sinclair furrowed his brows. Seeing her on the verge of collapse, he couldn't be too harsh with her. He took a deep breath, suppressing the rage bubbling in his chest, and responded coldly, "Renee, you're out?"
"Yes. I heard what you and Uncle just said. I'd like to explain this matter. Uncle, could you give me a chance to speak?"
Her voice was weak and tender, gradually extinguishing part of Benjamin's anger, although his expression remained grim. "Go ahead," he said.
