Confrontations

-The Cartagan Orchard; Morning of 2 DSTR-

Cordelia’s stature continued to stoop as the conversation carried on. Tyreth was butchering his opportunities, in which Cordelia felt compelled that she must speak on.

“I shall see you are paid for the excess then if that is truly your desire. I shall have papers drawn up and delivered.” Randel tells him as he takes the box and turns to leave. “Do not worry, your estate shall be in good hands.”

Cordelia glared at Tyreth, disappointment shadowing her features. Moving to a standing position, she kept her eyes on Randel as he left. Once he had left the house, she turned to Tyreth with a look lacking compassion. “Congratulations, you have officially passed on your entire inheritance due to your ego,” she spat. Pushing her chair in, she walked around the table and stood in front of Tyreth.

“How dare you? Give up everything? So easily? Coward will suffice for your name from now on,” she growled. Watching him casually drink the juice brought her blood to a boil. Snatching the glass out of his hand, she put it on the table and leaned her left hand on the wood. “I deserve an explanation. You just got this Orchard, and you are far too willing to give it up. It’s disgusting,” she spat once more.