Chapter 69 Throwing up Blood

I felt sympathy for the client. If a person died in their new house, it would be impossible to live in it.

The house was a villa with a market price of ten million dollars. A small company like Matteo's could never afford it.

If they filed a lawsuit, Cannonwell Design's reputation would be further damaged, pushing them closer to bankruptcy.

I was steeped in guilt.

This was all because of Yael's incident.

Angel took the coffee and left for a construction site.

I hailed a cab to Cannonwell Design.

When I entered, no one was at the front desk. In the office where I used to work, most desks were already empty.

Those designers must have left the company.

I proceeded to Angel's office.

As usual, her desk was piled with clutter. 

My final stop was at Matteo's office.

I stuck my ear to the door and heard him making a phone call. He seemed to be borrowing money.

He sounded so lowly and helpless.

It felt unpleasant to me.

Wasn't this all my fault?